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stomach-bugg09 · 2 years ago

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hi omg i love your oldest sister fics!!!! Maybe another where she is one of the most feared warriors in the clan ? and when they leave rhe forest she meets someone (romantic) at the new clan ? the sully family is probably not accustom to seeing her be romantic and in love.;)

summary: [y/n] sully is in love, and everyone is scared.

a/n: I LOVE THIS IDEA. LIKE SO VERY MUCH. thank you so much anon for this beautiful experience, it was so fun to write. i actually am really proud of this, given it's pretty long ( 4.6k words, oml !! ) and i put a good ( insane ) amount of effort in. i also kept using this as a way to take a break from studying, so thanks for keeping me from burning out anon! feedback, reblogs, and reqs are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen

warnings: literally none, maybe some language, a bit of angst at first ( just sad — i made myself very unhappy ), emotionally hurt + comfort, a sickening amount of fluff, really long, [y/n] x oc but this oc is actually such a sweetie pie i love him, [y/n] being the cutest little patootie of all time

change is scary

every omaticayan knew of [y/n] sully. they knew she was a fierce warrior, a strong warrior. they knew she took after her mother, the archery gene running strong through her veins right next to her urge to protect.

they all knew that, being the oldest child of their olo’eyktan, she was expected to fill the position of the tsahik one day in the far future, and her training reflected just that. not only was she deeply connected with eywa thanks to the teachings of both her mother and grandmother, but she was intelligent when it came to war. she sat in at every single war meeting with her father, silently taking note of everything that was exchanged.

after seventeen long years of listening and learning, [y/n] was considered one of the strongest warriors in their clan. she was well respected, more respected than even some of the elder warriors.

part of her soul felt pride. pride in herself, in her abilities. but, another part of her soul felt empty. almost like she’d missed a third of her childhood because she’d been busy shaking the hands of generals from other clans.

but now… now all of that, all of that time wasted as she straightened her shoulders and stood tall in front of clan leaders, time wasted as she stared at raid maps, time wasted as she trained with the most skilled warriors of the omaticaya… it was all going down the drain.

“we must leave. it is unsafe here.”

she fought tears, told herself she was far too mature for them. she swallowed screams, told herself she needed to set an example for her siblings. the only time she broke was the night before they left, leaving her on her knees before the tree of souls, begging eywa, “why? why must you do this to me? just when i was this close?”

[y/n] was not sad. no, she was angry. but she had nobody to be angry at. it wasn’t like her parents were wrong for wanting to keep her family safe.

maybe if i’d killed that avatar when i had the chance, she cursed herself, remembering when her arrow’d been pointed directly at the heart of quaritch, only being interrupted by the other avatar that shot at her. thanks to the will of eywa, he was a terrible shot and she came out unscathed.

she held a stoic look upon her face during the ceremony in which her father passed along the title of olo’eyktan to tarsem. it wasn’t that she had anything against tarsem and his mate—in fact, she thought they were considerably good choices. but that was supposed to be her. that was supposed to be her ceremony.

by the time they had to leave, [y/n] had nothing left, no energy left to try and hold it down. so, instead she remained silent, because if she decided to say a farewell to even one person… she knew herself well enough to not trust the floodgates.

as they flew, her butt growing sorer and sorer by the second, she remained distant. the air was calming, the breeze allowing her a moment to breath.

she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn’t notice her family exchange glances, all silently deciding to leave [y/n] to work through it herself. they knew her, and they knew she would not let them help. i’m fine, she would say, and she would keep saying it until they finally gave up.

it was only when they reached their new home in the metkayina clan that she began to show herself again, but even that was the tiniest peek.

as ronal circled the group of foreigners, her hands trailing over them as to check out what features they offered, [y/n] immediately felt on alert. her ears perked, eyes narrowing at the tsahik, a growl growing at the back of her throat.

when she held up lo’ak’s hand for the entire clan to see, as if shaming him for his lineage—a lineage that he was born into without a choice, [y/n] stepped forward, teeth bared. immediately, neteyam pulled her backwards, just as jake did with neytiri.

her action pulled ronal’s attention, their eyes locking. the tsahik circled her, watching as [y/n]’s tail swished, lip curled in disgust.

ronal did not miss as her eyes flared for even a split second as she stopped in front of the girl, grabbing [y/n]’s face with one hand. the air immediately got tenser, tonowari and jake sharing very similar expressions of concern, the latter grabbing his mate before she could make any dumb decisions.

[y/n]’s tail fell to a pause, her air stuck in her chest as she stared directly into the metkayina woman’s eyes.

“if you are seeking refuge, i suggest that you don’t threaten anyone.”

[y/n] bared her teeth at that, fangs making a show just for her. “if you are seeking to make enemies with the toruk makto, then why don’t you just say that?”

now, in this moment, most members of the metkayina clan were justifiably upset. speaking to their tsahik like that? well, of course they would be angry. but, in the crowd of metkayina stood one boy, his eyes unable to leave that girl. that girl who was full of anger, of spite, of bitterness for the world. she was captivating.

as the rest of the crowd gasped at the seventeen year old’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh, immediately covering his mouth as his friends sent him a look and an elbow in the ribs.

the only other person to smile at her words was, shockingly, ronal. the tsahik felt the smallest grin rise to her lips, taking her hand off of the girl’s face and taking a step back. as soon as she was back with tonowari, it was like the look of amusement had never been there.

once she’d stepped back, silence seemed to settle in the air. it was heavy, weighing on [y/n]’s shoulders just as much as the look her father sent her. behave, remember? he seemed to be telling her.

her mother’s look of pride made her feel a bit better, though.

as a way to regain the attention of the crowd, tonowari cleared his throat. “toruk makto is a great war leader. all na’vi people know his story.” he then locked eyes with jake. “but we metkayina are not at war.” [y/n]’s eyes followed tuk, watching as the small girl walked over to her father, allowing for the father to pick her up and hold her in his arms. “we cannot let you bring your war here.”

jake nodded in agreement. “i’m done with war, okay. i just.. want to keep my family safe.” at that, they seemed to pull closer together, neytiri grabbing the hands of her two eldest daughters.

“uturu has been asked,” the mother added, her eyes meeting those of tonowari.

the silence was deadly. [y/n] could feel pins of anxiety, her breath getting shallower. and what if they send us away? where else would we go? just keep trying and trying to find someone to take us?

after what seemed like forever, tonowari turned away from them and towards the people. “toruk makto and his family will stay with us.” immediately, relief flooded her body, her head dropping in appreciation. “treat them as your brothers and sisters. they do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath.” at that, [y/n] felt her mother cringe beside her. and, as a wonderful way to finish their introduction to the metkayina people, he added, “teach them our ways so they not suffer the shame of being useless.”

she felt neteyam’s grab her tail at that, tugging it to keep her from saying anything stupid.

“okay,” jake sighed, relieved. he turned to his family. “what do we say?”

“thank you,” they all mumbled except for tuk whose tone was very genuine.

[y/n], however, remained silent. at a sharp look from her father, she swallowed. “thank you,” she added, exhaling a deep breath.

beside tonowari stood two kids, a boy and a girl. “my son ao’nung and my daughter tsireya will show your children what do,” he informed the family. [y/n] stifled a chuckle as the boy, ao’nung, tried to argue his way out of it. “it has been decided,” tonowari shut him down.

tsireya, however, looked more than happy to do it, and based on the way her baby brother was staring at the metkayina girl, lo’ak didn’t seem to mind either. “come, i will show you our village.”

if there was one thing that shocked [y/n] during her time in awa’atluI, it was that she horridly terrible. terrible at everything. from riding an ilu to being a quick swimmer. it was awful. and maybe the whole brink of the problem was the fact that she could barely hold her breath for a time, making it nearly impossible to learn to do anything else.

it’d been a few weeks of relearning the ways of life, and it felt as if she was making absolutely no progress. the simple things, such as food and even dancing, came easy to her. but learning to make food and dance was not going to make her a successful warrior, and even tonowari knew they needed to train her to fight with them based on the stories that her father told of her. ( he also recognized her the moment that ronal faced her off—how could tonowari forget the face of one of most mature eight year olds that he’d ever met way back in the day when he visited the omaticaya for a war meeting. )

but, for the love of eywa, [y/n] was useless. completely and utterly! and the fact of it made her sick to her stomach.

ao’nung was her first teacher, and he was a complete imbecile. tsireya was patient with her, but her optimism made me feel even guiltier by the day. eventually, one day out of the blue, the two children of ronal and tonowari brought forth a male.

this male was around [y/n]’s age. he was tall, muscular, and based on his tattoos, he was an announced warrior of the metkayina. tsireya introduced him as fali.

it turned out, based on further conversation between [y/n] and tsireya, that fali had grown up with the two kids. he was the son of respected warrior, a warrior that was considered ronal’s best friend. in a way, fali was like their big brother.

at that, [y/n] thought that… maybe they could be friends. maybe they had more in common!

she was wrong, and after a days of knowing him, she came to the conclusion that their older sibling roles happened to be the only thing in common.

while [y/n] was smart, responsible, respectful… fali was stupid, annoying, and careless. it was driving [y/n] up the wall! if he was the “older sibling,” why did he egg ao’nung on? if he was the “older sibling,” why did he dare the younger boys to go beyond the reef? if he was the “older sibling,” why was he so… reckless?

so, to say that [y/n] was exhausted with both him and the entirety of trying to rewire her brain, well… that would be a major understatement.

but, alas, she was still expected to learn. unfortunately for her, she took the role as the older sibling quite seriously, and she tried to set a good example out of herself!

now she treaded water in the middle of the reef, the sun beaming down on her face and shoulders. in front of her floated fali, the boy drifting stomach up with his hands rested behind his head.

[y/n] did not look amused, as unfortunate as fali found it. he was letting the sun practically burn his face off, and she wouldn’t even smile!

after an excruciating amount of time, fali let out a yelp of surprise when he felt her hand grab his tail, yanking him downwards. when he resurfaced, she had the faintest shadow of a grin. she nearly drowns me and she still can’t smile fully. what is wrong with her?

while [y/n] thought fali to be reckless and far too carefree, fali found her to be way too uptight. i mean, sure, old habits die hard after being raised as the future tsahik, but couldn’t she let loose once in a while?

“can we please start?” the girl asked, tone exasperated.

he rolled his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “well, i apologize. i didn’t realize you were so eager to learn. i mean, you usually just complain.”

[y/n] sighed, sending him a look of annoyance. he does not shut up, does he? but, he wasn’t wrong… however, she didn’t let him know that her heart dropped once he decided to actually start teaching her for the day.

it was an unusually long lesson, but it was filled with the same issues as every other day. fali telling her what to do, [y/n] being unable to do it, [y/n] getting mad at herself, fali trying to help her fix it, [y/n] telling him that she’s fine, fali stepping back and watching her battle herself… it was always a pleasant time.

this time, however, things just seemed to be a little more on edge. she seemed to be a little more annoyed. at him, at herself. she was a balloon ready to burst, and fali was bracing himself for the moment that she did.

it was after the sixth time in which she failed to breath correctly that he knew it was going down. he watched her face flush, eyes narrowing as she continued to try and fix it.

“no, [y/n],” he offered, voice soft. she always made him feel guilty, guilty of ever getting annoyed. he knew that she was trying her best. “just… breathe from here. pretend as if there’s a flame within your belly, offering your lungs support and warmth.”

“i’m trying!” she snapped, eyes brimming with tears before she quickly turned away, eyes avoiding his eyes.

the two faded to silence, simply sitting on a rock in the middle of the reef, staring at the setting sun ahead of them. the horizon was gorgeous, a beautiful orange contrasting the blue of the sea.

they sat there, in silence, until just before eclipse.

as they neared curfew, [y/n] inhaled deeply, preparing herself to get up and leave. but, a gentle hand on her knee stopped her. she turned to fali.

“do you know what i think?” he began, voice gentle. “i think that you are more than capable to do this.”

[y/n] scoffed. “if that were true, i would be out there, not stuck with… with you!”

at that, he huffed a laugh, running his fangs over his bottom lip. “i’m going to ignore that comment and continue getting to my point,” he jokes, his eyes widening at the smallest flicker of a smile on her lips. “i believe that something, whether you realize it or not, is keeping you from being successful—my guess being that it’s subconscious—but i digress. i believe that you are scared, [y/n]. scared of doing it right, scared of becoming one of the metkayina because once you are one of our people, you feel like you are betraying your home.”

the girl beside him shook her head in disbelief. “you believe? or you know? because you sure said that—that soliloquy—as if you know me.” [y/n] stood up, taking a few steps backwards. “i have known you for seven days, fali. seven days! and suddenly you decide that you can analyze me?”

fali laughed at that. “seven days is enough for you to decide that you hate me!” he pointed out, a disbelieving smile playing on his lips.

“well, you wear everything on the outside. every bit of stupidity, recklessness, carelessness.” she grit her teeth. “you are an open book, and i am closed. that is the truth.”

“i wear what i want to wear,” fali argued, standing up to face her, the two getting closer by the second. they got closer by the insult thrown. “you think i am dumb, but i am not. i am smart enough to make it so that people like you—people who do not care to look past their own bubble—cannot see my vulnerabilities.”

[y/n] bared her teeth. “you think me ignorant? blind, even? i have seen more of the world than you, i have fought dream-walkers, watched as my baby siblings had death looming above their heads. you are clueless to what is beyond awa’atlu.” a growl built in the back of her throat, their faces extremely close together. “i build my—my ‘bubble,’ as you called it—because i know what is beyond your dimwitted understanding!”

the two were silent, the tension electric between them. behind them the sun was set beyond the horizon, eclipse having already passed. waves lapped at the rock, the incoming high tide making it so their feet were splashed with the salty water.

as they stared at each other, a sense of understanding seemed to bless both of them. fali’s eyes never left those of [y/n]... her ( beautiful ) narrowed eyes. and [y/n] didn’t miss the way that the moons reflected on fali’s aquamarine skin, his bioluminescent freckles splattering the sides of his face.

[y/n] could have sworn she felt herself lean in, towards him, until the familiar call of her mother brought her back to reality.

“[y/n]?” neytiri called from their marui.

the girl swallowed, stepping back quickly. she cleared her throat before yelling back, “coming!” and with one last look at fali, she dove into the waters.

the next few days were odd, to put it simply. suddenly, there was no aggravation towards each other, but it was much more tense in an… awkward way.

a part of [y/n] was filled with spite, and by the time they got to working again, she was doing better than she had been for weeks. she was actually making progress! and it was all to shove it in fali’s face.

unfortunately for her, fali was much more hesitant when it came to helping her. he refused to touch her stomach as to help her breathing, his movements stiff and scared, resembling that of a baby hexapede.

but, [y/n] didn’t need him…? the others found it extremely peculiar. one day, she’s out past curfew, and right after she suddenly fixed nearly all her mistakes. very odd indeed…

it did not take long for her first free dive. her breathing improved astoundingly, her swimming technique also getting better from watching tsireya when she showed kiri and tuk around the reef.

“do you see this shell?” fali held it up, the sunlight reflecting off of its shiny exterior.

she rolled her eyes. “yes, i see the shell.”

“that’s good.” he blinked, eyes shifting away from her’s with a sheepish grin. “uh, anyway,” he continued, clearing his throat. “i assume you understand the drill? i drop it, you find it.”

“yes, fali,” she sighed. “i am fully aware of how this works. now, i would rather get it done with soon so i don’t have to live in anxiety anymore.” [y/n] locked eyes with fali. “please just drop the shell.”

and he did. she swallowed as she watched it float down, the depths looking much more abyssal-like than they normally did.

“remember,” fali’s soft tone grabbed her attention, “there is nothing to fear. you are stronger than you know, and if you begin to doubt yourself… think of you returning with the shell and rubbing it in my face.” at that, [y/n]’s face flushed, embarrassed. he smiled at her expression. “yes, i know that’s the only reason you’ve suddenly been trying, but… if it works, it works.”

and for once, she smiled. actually smiled. and fali felt himself burst with pride. somehow, it felt better that it wasn’t one of his stupid jokes, or his silly slip-ups. no, he made her smile just by talking to her. by being fali.

stunned, fali only remembered that he was supposed to be helpful when she stared at him expectantly with those bright [e/c] eyes of her’s. he lifted his hands, miming lungs filling with air as he reminded, “deep breath. this is all yours. nothing to fear, only to look forward to.”

with that, the girl dove in.

underneath the surface, she felt at peace. for the first time ever, [y/n] wasn’t freaking out while submerged in the salty water. instead, her jaw seemed to gape in awe at the scenery around her.

the deeper she went, the more starstruck that she was. there were layers to this reef that she hadn’t even been aware of. layers that she’d only heard from tales of her siblings, not truly understanding how magical they actually were.

as she kicked her feet towards the ocean floor, she heard fali’s voice in her head. “the way of water has no beginning and end.” she caught sight of the shell. “the sea is around you and in you. the sea is your home, before your birth and after your death.” she stifled a cry of joy as a school of fish swam around her, tickling her sides with their soft touches. “our hearts beat in the womb of the world. our breath burns in the shadows of the deep.” she was nearly there, her hand outstretched to grab the small artifact. “the sea gives and the sea takes.” she got it! oh, eywa, she got it! it was in her hand! oh, how proud fali will be! “water connects all things.” she began to swim up, a smile stuck on her face. ��life to death,” she resurfaced, “darkness to light.”

“fali!” she cried, spinning around in a circle to catch the eyes of the boy. “fali, look!” she held it up, her expression beaming with pride.

and fali couldn’t help it either, his own smile taking over his features. “[y/n]!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the rock and swimming to her. “you did it! oh, eywa, you actually did it!” he stared at the shell as they tread water. “oh, how proud i am!”

her silence caused him to turn, staring her in the eyes. “[y/n]?”

she swallowed, her eyes locked on the shell in her hands. “fali,” she began, voice quiet. “i have a wallowing fear that you were right.”

at those words, fali gaped silently. instead of answering right away, he began to tug her towards the rock, allowing for them to get out of the water so her could properly comfort her.

once she was settled on the rock, she carefully placed the shell down, pulling her knees close to her chest. she felt like a child again, helpless against her emotions. “i was scared. not of the ocean, not of swimming, not of drowning.” she looked up, locking eyes with fali. “i was scared of abandoning my people.”

a tear dropped from her eye, and fali immediately had her hands resting on [y/n]’s biceps. “hey,” he called softly, forcing her to look him in the eyes again. “you are not abandoning them. you are… learning. you are learning how to adapt, how to survive. in fact, i think that is more in touch with your culture and ancestors! you are just like them, trying to adapt and survive in a world that is trying to kill you.” she smiled a little at that. maybe he wasn’t so stupid. “you are not weak for fearing change… you are normal. it is okay to be normal every once in a while, as much as you enjoy being the big sister that is oh-so mature and oh-so strong.” his finger lifted her chin up, a soft smile on his lips. “because people who love you do not mind how mature, or strong, or stupid, or careless, or responsible, or up-tight you are. because you, [y/n], are what you are.”

once he was finished, he noticed that [y/n]’s tears were dried, a smile on her face. a look in her eyes had him floored… oh, she was so beautiful, wasn’t she?

luckily for fali, she seemed to think the same of him, raising her arm, grabbing the back of his head, and bringing his smiling lips against her’s.

the sully family knew and loved [y/n]. of course they did! she was their’s, afterall. but, they also knew that she was never this easy-going or even this happy.

both jake and neytiri knew they’d seared little moments of trauma into the brain of their eldest daughter, and they hated knowing that, but parenting is never easy. especially when she was expected to become the tsahik way back when.

but, ever since a few weeks ago, ever since she finally overcame her own issues regarding leaving the omaticaya, ever since she finally found someone that she loved as much as she loved her family ( and he seemed to love her even more ), she was a new person. a better person. a person who actually seemed to enjoy life.

neteyam and lo’ak were the first to become skeptical. ever since her successful free-dive, she’d been so.. giddy. it was not their big sister.

kiri started to catch on when she noticed [y/n] disappearing four hours at a time, and when she came back, she was ten times happier.

neytiri and jake were so wrapped up in the fact that their eldest was finally living a happy life, they didn’t once question, “hm, why could that be?”

it was only when [y/n] returned home a little late one night after the rest of the family, minus tuk since she was still quite young, had a busy day full of duties. she blamed it on finishing an errand with her new best friend, fali, but neytiri scanned her daughter’s body for any sign of injury. neytiri was just that type of mama bear!

“[y/n],” she began, eyes narrowed at her neck. “did you get bitten today? are the bugs bad on that side of the island?”

[y/n]’s face flushed almost immediately. she swallowed, grabbing her hair to cover her neck. “yeah—” she attempted, before tuk interrupted. [y/n] immediately cursed herself, remembering the stupid excuse that fali and her’d made up to cover-up their “hang-out” when tuk had walked in unexpectedly.

“uh, no, mom,” the youngest said matter-of-factly. “she was playing shark with fali. obviously.”

immediately, the sully family burst into confusion.

“[y/n]!” neytiri scolded, although her eldest daughter didn’t miss the amused smile that played on her lips.

kiri burst into laughter. “that’s why you’ve been so happy? because a guy? who even are you?” she teased.

lo’ak was absolutely losing his mind, face flushed from the laughter he was overcome by at the reality of it all. his big sister, little-miss-uptight, getting her first kiss before him and neteyam? unbelievable!

neteyam was absolutely shocked, face frozen in disbelief. “you? fali?”

jake, of course, was on immediate protective dad mode. “fali? the son of vi’ieo and fpai?” he questioned, eyes squinted at [y/n].

all [y/n] could do was sit there, a hand covering her mouth. of all people, tuk had to expose her. it’s always the ones you least expect.

but, despite the surprise of it all, the sully family was extremely happy. [y/n], the one who entered the metkayina by trying to one-up the tsahik and also deal with her own absolute soul-crushing homesickness, was making a life here in awa’atlu. and they couldn’t be more proud.

someone was suckered into a part ii

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lucozadehulahoop · 1 year ago

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A Question of Time (Astarion x f!reader/tav) part 3/?

Chapter summary: Astarion makes his choice, but his actions don't go unnoticed. Call it divine intervention.

A.N: Big thank you for the massive love on this! I've only been posting this fic for three days and the response has been overwhelming! I appreciate every single comment and it really keeps me motivated. The tag list will be posted below the cut because it's getting a bit long ahh.

Tags and T.W.:pre-bg3!Astarion, slave!Astarion, mentions of torture and abuse, demi-goddess!tav, eventual NSFW (minors stay away kindly, thank you darlings)

warning for this chapter: seggsual sention (eh more just dorks being dorks)

part 1 part 2 part 4

"Astarion, favored soul, I send you my own flesh and blood to remove you from harm, yet you do not take your chance to flee..." An ethereal voice sang to Astarion as he tried to make sense of his own surroundings.

Slowly he began to recognize the cemetery, the tombstones, his own grave... how had he ended up back there?

The moon shined brightly down on him, and slowly the origin of that voice materialized itself right in front of him.

Astarion may have not been a believer, but he could recognize a goddess when he saw one. Much like in her many popular depictions, Sehanine wore what resembled a black silk gown, the very fabric that created the shadows she was a patron of. Her hair was black and white, her skin deep blue like the ocean, and her eyes the shape of twin moons. Many were the elves who worshiped 'the Moonweaver ' dutifully.

Sehanine was also the only diety criminals and tricksters seemed to cling to. A favor from the patron of illusions and misdirection could make the difference between the success or failure of a deed carried out under the cover of night.

But she was not only the goddess those who worked in secrecy and trickery often asked for a blessing from. Love was the biggest blessing tied to her name, and many cursed her for being the protector of lovers who steeled away for a tryst in the night.

"Do not be afraid, Pale One." She smiled at him eerily. "I appear to you now to give you guidance. I am sure by now you recognize me, even though on this plane I have come to be known to many as Selùne in these times, but you have been alive since the days of the old creed..."

"Y-yes--" Astarion stammered, never once having thought he'd be entertaining a conversation with a diety.

"I know you have not once believed in anything that was not material, and I am not here to test your faith, little vampire. I have been guiding your journey through this world ever since you began to display all of those qualities that are so dear to me... the Moon has been your close ally in all of your deeds..." The goddess proclaimed. "I look out for my own, but now... you go against my design to deliver you from your wretched master. Why is it so?"

It was quite a hefty amount of information to take in all at once. Not to mention preposterous. Guidance? Protection? If Astarion had been so favored by the gods, why in the seven hells had he been crushed underneath Cazador's heel for two hundred years?

The anger didn't take long to boil up inside of him. "No. No, forgive me, your holiness, but there has to be some kind of mistake here." Astarion sneered. "I think you've got the wrong Astarion, because this one has been attacked by the Gur, turned into a vampire, and subjected to two centuries of torture at the hands of a maniac!"

Sehanine smiled down at him once more, almost as if Astarion's lament was something to be amused by. "It is not up to me to explain the trials and tribulations of mortal life, dear one... If I directly interfered with the lives of every being I wished to influence in a constant manner, then other gods would want the same and war would surely break out amongst us. I would not come to you if I did not fear great peril on the horizon. Your Master, Cazador Szaar, has joined a league with dark, dangerous forces... forces that are enemies to myself and other entities that keep the balance between good and-"

Astarion scoffed. "I fail to see, how any of this is my concern."

The goddess's eyes became pitch black and her form started to warp into something far more sinister. "Count yourself lucky I consider your quick wit as a quality, but do not make the mistake of disrespecting me again, vampire spawn." She threatened in a booming voice. "You will be turned into a sacrificial lamb to your Master's ascension to near-godliness if you do not flee now, underneath my daughter's protection."

Astarion was silent for a very long while. In fact, he could not tell how much time had passed before she finally spoke again, her voice once again gentle.

"I will not have one of my own be involved in this abomination of a rite. In fact, I will make sure Tav stops this event from coming to pass so that she may meet her destiny."

Astarion couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind once again, even at the cost of being punished by the divine. "Meet her destiny? Surely... surely you must know how powerful Cazador is. I mean, I've seen what your darling daughter can do, but she doesn't seem to have a single mean bone in her body and you might risk losing her-"

"Tav must die for Cazador and the rest of the evil he's created to be eradicated for good." Was the goddess's simply put answer.

"But... she's your daughter." Astarion failed to understand until it finally clicked in his head. "You---you set her up like a lamb for slaughter. This is why she couldn't keep away from me? Because you made her come to my rescue every time? And now she's... Hells, she's getting rid of Cazador for you and dying in the process because you can't look bad in front of your god pals? What happened to looking out for your own?"

"I may have brought her into this world, but she is not one of my own." The Moonweaver clarified." Too sweet, too good-natured. The only thing I can truly recognize is her beauty. But no, I have not spoken to her, ever. I thought it best she did not know the pain of who she truly is, nor how she will meet her end. I simply know how and when it will come to pass. Yet, it was quite surprising to see how deeply attuned to your pain she is... and in the grand scheme of things it drew her like a moth to a flame, right into Cazador's grasp..."

Astarion began to feel violently ill, and he couldn't understand why. "Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about---"

"Oh hush now, don't tell me you care for her? I would find that hard to believe..." She grinned, her very nature compelled to be intrigued by displays of affection, especially when they bloomed in the most unlikely of circumstances."However, I must go now, little vampling. But do not worry, Tav will be remembered, I will personally make sure to immortalize her in the stars for her valiant sacrifice."

"No!" Astarion cried out as he thrashed on the floor, suddenly regaining consciousness underneath Tav's tear-brimmed eyes.

She had been trying desperately to bring the pale elf back to consciousness after he'd dropped to the ground unexpectedly, his red eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body wracked by convulsions.

"Astarion!" She shook him a little more for good measure. "Astarion stay with me!" Tav let out a little sob, never having come across a physical ailment she hadn't been able to cure.

"Hells below..." Astarion cursed, slowly managing to sit up as he caught up with what had just happened.

Tav was quite a sight for a creature who hardly ever seemed to be affected by anything. Tear-stained cheeks, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress. Astarion couldn't recall the last time someone had ever displayed worry over him. And now that he knew the truth about so many things, he didn't deem himself worthy of it. "Cheer up, sweet, I'm alright." He couldn't help but say, pinching her nose softly between his curled fingers.

"Alright?!" Tav barked at him, huffing and shooing his hand away. "You dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and then you started convulsing!" She accused as if Astarion had done so on purpose. "You were completely unresponsive for almost half of an hour! How often does this happen for you to think it's alright?"

Astarion could think of a million things to say. A close encounter with Tav's dear old mom being the explanation at the forefront of his mind. But the implications of that conversation having undeniably taken place (considering it hadn't been just some weird dream as he'd liked to have hoped) were too painful to consider. He should have been thinking about the fact that Cazador planned to sacrifice him. He should have been burning with rage at the mere thought of his death aiding his captor on the path to becoming god-like.

Instead, all he could do was laugh, enjoying the way it riled up Tav even more. "Like a what? Darling, I must say my likeliness has been compared to many things in my lifetime, but a sack of potatoes has certainly never made the list..."

"Oh well, then may I suggest that 'obtuse ass' also be included?" She retorted, getting in his face as she was completely unamused by the way he was belittling her concern.

"Do you spend a lot of time thinking about the shape of my backside?" Astarion tilted his head closer too, meaning to snap back at Tav, but instantly realizing his words had come out quite a bit softer than intended.

"I-I don't see how that's relevant..." Tav whispered, mimicking his tone as her pupils turned into the size of saucers.

"You're the one who brought it up..." Astarion shrugged, as he had a very private laugh within himself at Tav's expense. She was so gullible, he could have eaten her up.

"No! You have misunderstood me. Please, I apologize if I have made you feel--" Tav was in the middle of expressing a sincere apology when she realized Astarion could no longer contain the amusement he was having at her expense. "You are despicable!" She huffed, doing a poor attempt at shoving at his chest before getting herself back up on her feet.

Astarion chose to admire her a few seconds more from where he was sitting on the ground. "Now that, my darling... is something I've definitely been called before."

Tav crossed her arms over her chest as she adamantly checked on his capability to stand back up on his feet again. "How will you know it won't happen again?" She asked him seriously, referring to the episode that had just transpired.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'll get called 'despicable' again for days to come." Astarion attempted to avoid the question.

"I meant you fainting!" Tav insisted.

"I've... got a pretty good idea of what I need to do to stop it from happening again." Running away from this hellhole, and leaving you here none the wiser, so I don't get any more friendly reminders from your mother, Astarion thought to himself as he swallowed down a knot in his throat. He looked out the window and recognized the familiar hues of light. The day was coming and he wasn't going to be able to leave until it was over.

Astarion needed to get his affairs in order and rest. Staying simply wasn't an option.

Not to mention, he was practically starving.

His gaze began to linger extensively on Tav as she stared into the fireplace.

"You've been up all night, darling---" Astarion snapped out of his reverie and began to fret as he started closing all the window panes, making sure not a single ray of light would be able to break through. "Surely, surely it would be good for you to get some rest, no? In your room that is --- far, far away from me, I mean- I have tasks to do now. Servants are terribly, terribly busy people, you see---" He continued to ramble as he not so subtly nudged Tav out of his room, guiding her to the door. "I must get to my work-"

"But you are clearly unwell! You're the one who must rest, Astarion. You're even paler than usual-" Tav protested, turning into his arms to look up at him in defiance once more.

"May the gods help me -- no, actually let's leave them out of this -- must you stick your pretty little nose in everything I do? I can take care of myself and I'm not the helpless little critter you seem to think you've stumbled upon-" Astarion had intended on pushing Tav out of the room, but all he was doing in actuality was bringing her closer to his body.

"Well, you've certainly given me plenty of proof on that front haven't you?" Tav spat and twisted her hands in his worn-out shirt.

Just like that, they were back to arguing again, except this time it wasn't amusing for either of them.

"Proof? Is that what you want?" Astarion asked her, losing his last nerve to hunger and exhaustion.

The curtain fell, and Tav looked back into the face of a vampire.

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A.N: hehe, oh how I like to tease you so. Okay real talk, this is now an ongoing fic. Truly, you guys have given me so much love, and I'm overwhelmed. I'm really enjoying writing this story and I thank you all for joining the ride. stay tuned for part 4!

This story is also on Ao3 btw, for the people who prefer reading it there.

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justjams2003 · 8 months ago

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The Desire to be Loved: 2

Summary: Love is Desire's first creation. As Cupid she shoots her arrows of love and rips them from people's hearts too. Occasionally, shooting a soulmate arrow. What does she do when her first Soulmate arrow in 100 years is between Cupid and Dream?

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x OFC Love/Cupid/Venus (you know how these beings have millions of names) (Also technically it could be an x reader because love is sort of anthropomorphic but in this story a she)

Warnings: Manipulation, threats, crying, cliffhanger, unedited, kind of like enemies to lovers, soulmate au, cursing, tell me if I miss any

Word count: 1,8k+

Dividers by: @hyelita

Tags: intothesoul

Masterlist

(I've moved the next part to the bottom)

What a cruel but beautiful creature. To look at me with such entrancing brown eyes that makes something warm flutter in my gut but leave me here. Her aura is that of a setting sun, but her hair is like that of the sun itself. A dear shocked by the presence of a different creature in her woods. Or perhaps shock that I could see her?

But with the beauty she carries is also something vicious. Another immortal creature who seems to have some recognition behind those doe eyes. And yet knowing who I am and what importance I hold for the mortal world she leaves me here. Without a single second thought she disappeared into a different realm.

I do not know who she is. Or rather what it is. The human’s son who captured me could not see her. He looked at me with utter confusion, but that is saying so little since they always look at me with fear of the unknown. As they should.

Clearly something supernatural, but not something powerful enough for me to have known of them before. But in my 50 more years of confinement in this my glass prison I couldn’t help but keep myself busy with the thought of her.

One of these days, almost on cue, that perfect pink aura suddenly appears in front of the glass bulb. She looks dishevelled. Her braid is messy, several front pieces have fallen out and covers her face. Where last time she wore shoes that made her quite a bit taller than the human Alex. Now, just a few inches.

But more than that there’s blood all over her hands. Her eyes look glassy with tears but are wide with fear and shock. She’s down on her knees on front of this cage. A shudder pours through her body. Air doesn’t seem to making it into her lungs. Does she have to breathe or is the shock shaking her soul?

She looks up at me and this seems to make it worse. The dam breaks and tears roll off her cheek. Her chest heaves as she tries to breathe. “I-I-” She mutters trying to comprehend and it seems as if she knows even less than I do now. “I don’t know what I did.” Her voice is just barely above a whisper.

“He-he said I had to.” She mutters over and over, who is this he? What did she have to do? I wish this damn barrier wasn’t here so that I could see what is this situation. “And-and- I was so mad at him for making me-” another bout of tears overcomes her.

She then stops and looks at her hands again. “Look at what I’ve done.” I can see how her mind is starting to break.

That can’t be good. She must play some role in this the human world. Even if only slightly important, it could very well be the beginning or end of this earth. Should I care? Of course I should care. I was made by the first humans subconscious to help the humans. I can’t let all that effort go to waist now...

But how could I help now? Stripped from all power, locked up and unable to be heard in this glass bubble of mine. I do all that I can think of. My hand slowly slides over the glass to where she sits kneeling in front of me.

My movement catches her eye almost instantly. Her head snaps up, her ragged breathing stops. Her eyes seem to twinkle like gold dug up from deep in the core of the earth. Time seems to stop and I just can’t seem to understand what is going on. Is she a siren or witch of some sort? Putting a spell on me?

Her hand, smaller than mine, reaches up and touches the glass where mine is. The blood smears against the glass into a red aura around her hand. The glass makes her fuzzy. Like a halo of red surrounding her as if she’s one of the angles.

“What the fuck?!” One of the guards exclaim, interrupting this stopped moment in time. This moment, a red haze of ardency. From the human’s point of view, Dream of the Endless somehow just spawned a bloody handprint on the outside of his glass cage.

The guard stands up from his seat, pistol in hand. “What the fuck did you just do? How the fuck did you just do that?” He says, his pistol raised at the cage. To the humans this seems entirely impossible. Some sort of witchcraft that they fear with their soul.

The creature who has taken all wisdom from me’s head snaps in a neck-aching turn. Her breathing becomes rapid again after just having calmed her down. She sees the way he approaches my cage and then she turns to me again. “I have to go again. I don’t want him to find out about this this time.”

With that, she’s gone again.

For the next 14600 days I could not be there when sun would set and the dreamers were supposed to enter my realm. My dreamers would instead be either stuck awake forever or asleep forever. 40 years of restless, dreamless sleep all because of the Burgess’s.

I had seen with my own eyes how Alex killed his father by accident or not after a fight about my confinement. He had begged just as his father had. Not for the same thing, but in the same breath for fear of Death. My sister shouldn’t be feared but perhaps he worries about how I might inact my revenge.

He grows old now, I’m sure, but he has not come to beg again. Humans become frail with age. All entertainment I have is my mind and my plots. Vengeance swirls around in my mind. That and guilt. Guilt of Lucien having to run the Dreaming in my absence. And all of those Dreamers doomed.

My days and nights are one. I only know the difference from the change of guards. I can’t help but watch their lazy lives. Having to sit and watch me all day. They chit chat of their lives all while the years pass by in front of me. No interruption. No difference.

And then, there she is again. One second an empty space covered in sand and the next, a dishevelled creature. No heels this time. A pair of these “sweatpants” as I’ve heard the mortals call it. Her hair is no longer in a braid. Golden silk in long mixed wavy and straight hangs on the floor.

Her eyes are red and look dry and irritated. She appeared standing, but not for long. Her legs seem to give in on her. She sits down on the floor. She pulls her legs up to her chest and just hides her head. I move closer to the edge of my cage. I can see it puts the guards on edge.

She slowly lifts her head again and rest her chin on her knees. Then suddenly a quiver, assumingly her quiver, appears strapped to her back. She pulls out a single arrow, the only arrow in this quiver. It has a red heart at the very tip. She seems to be inspecting it carefully.

The creature seems to give a dry scoff. “This is the only soulmate arrow I’ve received in over 100 years.” She twirls it in her fingers and then suddenly it all begins to make sense. A soulmate arrow? And she has them ready to shoot? The humans have so many names for her. Cupid, Venus, Aphrodite, Freya. But I do remember Desire naming her Love.

Her head falls back on her knees. “I feel so tired...” Her eyes seem to droop. The pink aura she had before is completely gone. The golden sparkle in her eyes is dead. She closes her eyes for a second and lets out a heavy hearted sigh. All soul seems to have left her.

Then her eyes open again. Again her dead eyes drag over the arrow. “I fear the day I found you here because it has only caused my demise. If I didn't let my own mind wander into the realms of desire and curiosity I would not be weak as I am now. He calls himself Desire but he and his twin are one in the same because now Despair is all I know.” The words begin spilling out of her from a speed unparalled.

“Something above him, maybe even you, is punishing me for doing as I am told and I cannot take it any longer. All I've done this last century is rip the love from people's hearts. I fear I might have lost the ability to knock an arrow in my bow because I can't even remember how to grant love. Only how to take it.”

“My soul is kind, I promise.” Her eyes look up at me, her brows pulling together in the middle as if she’s pleading for me to believe her. “If I was not kind I would not be in the state I am in, right?” Again she begs. What for I’m not sure? I do not know of any sins. Could Love ever even be able of causing harm? Is she able of concocting the concept of harming others?

“There's no love left on this earth. Only this shell Desire has made me and therefore I don't want to live with myself anymore. Him unmaking me would be easier to stand than the hurt I have caused.” It looks painful when she starts to stand up.

The way she walks, it looks almost deliberate when the salt under her shoes breaks the several circles surrounding my cage. It’s confirmed when she looks back at the now broken salt circles and looks satisfied by this. Then her eyes look back at me.

The world looks so heavy on her shoulders. Like her head weighs too much for her neck. Her hand comes up on my glass confinement. She steadies herself and then she tells me what sounds like final words: “I will not beg for your forgiveness for not freeing you sooner.”

Her eyes land once more on the arrow glowing in her hand. She takes a big gulp, then she seems to make time stop again. “If you must kill me, I will beg you do it before Desire punishes me.” With what seems like her last bit of energy, life force, she raises her arrow and stabs the glass.

A large crack breaks through this glass bubble. But she stops before she can repeat the action. Her eyes raise as if she’s listening to something from above. “It seems he was watching me.” Her dried body takes a step back but I catch her before she leaves me once more.

“Thank you, Cupid. I will find you.”

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simpingforclaudette · 3 months ago

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vampire! shigeru kimura headcanons (part. i)

content warning: horror elements & imagery, brief mention of violence & gore

foreword: vampire au for spooky season hell yeah!!! this man is SO vampire/dracula-coded and he’s so sexy for that. i need him to bite me and drain me so bad like i am BEGGING ON MY KNEES. please mr kimura please please please 🥺

the second part will be about vampire! shigeru with a partner (so a romantic partner). just a heads up, he’s toxic. very loving and gentle, but toxic.

i will also write a headcanon sheet for dhampir! yuichi and write about their relationship as vampire father and dhampir son. very excited for this one!

tagging: @13th-floor-in-moonstone , @theres-a-bea (ily pookie ♡)

origins.

he’s old. very old, and most likely the first vampire to be born in japan, hence the nickname "the elder". he was already a vampire before the europeans came to japan.

he wasn’t bitten, but cursed in his early 60s.

he’s fairly well-known; as a folktale by mortals and as figure of power and authority for other vampires.

mind & habits.

he doesn’t fear or feel repulsed by religion, religious places, imagery, objects or chants. he still avoids entering churches, temples and cemeteries out of respect for religion and the dead.

while he does know how to turn someone into a vampire, he has never sired anyone and never will (except for his son, yuichi, but that’s another story, and maybe his significant other).

when hunting, he targets exceptionally scummy people, people he knows won’t be missed. he goes for the neck and will break a limb or two to prevent them from fighting back.

he never hunts animals.

he’s not fond of spilling blood and guts for nothing. he considers that a waste of food and ressources. he also dislikes staining himself and his clothes. however, he might forget about that if he’s enraged enough.

he doesn’t need his cane, but he still uses it because he’s fond of it. and to lure his enemies into a false sense of security.

he mainly keeps to himself. most of the vampires he knows are acquaintances at best. some are friendly and others not so much. yuichi is his only "close" relationship.

he often feels lonely, but is reluctant to acknowledge it and to go out of his way to meet a potential longtime partner because what he is.

appearance.

(og artwork: intrusive thoughts by zack dunn)

he’s never physically aged ever since he became a vampire.

he mainly presents himself under his most human-like appearance, so how he looks throughout the movie.

the scar at the bottom of his eye comes from an injury he received in his younger years as a vampire. he was cut with silver and it never properly healed for some reason.

he can chose to reveal his vampiric appearance(s) at will. the first one consists of:

light purple eyes

a set of sharp canines (two on the upper row of his mouth, two on the lower row)

while the second one consists of:

grey, cold rotten and wrinkled skin

white, thin strands of hair falling off his skull

empty white eyes

extremely thin body

he only presents himself like this if he’s severely injured and starving for blood of if he’s actively terrorizing a victim.

he has sharp nails that can easily cut through wood, weaker metals and small bones.

when he cries, the white of his eyes become filled with blood and he cries droplets of blood.

abilities.

he’s nearly impossible to kill due to his age. burning him won’t kill him, and staking him will only knock him out for a while (months or years) if he’s not fed with blood.

the sunlight and extremely warm days can greatly weaken him (but won’t kill him), which is why he prefers rainy or cloudy/foggy and cold days. he’s mostly active during fall and winter.

silver can hurt him, but he’s developed a certain endurance to it. while it’ll still burn his skin, he won’t immediately flinch in pain or be weakened by it—unless he’s being staked in the heart.

without any injury, he can go months without feeling the thirst for blood. he drinks for survival first and foremost, but he also longs to drink for pleasure and from a romantic partner.

he can influence the weather around him to an extent. he can turn mist into rain and rain into storms, but cannot undo his own manipulations.

he excels at compulsion & mind control, which he achieves mainly through eye contact. when trying to hypnotize someone, he stops blinking and must talk to them in order to get them to do what he wants them to do. he can erase memories and implant false memories into someone’s mind. he can have them commit actions against their will, force them to feel emotions or erase them. he can chose to make his victims aware of his control over them. it is possible to break out of his hold by blinking rapidly or shaking your head or speaking over him, but the longer you look at him, the harder it’ll be, especially if he told you to keep quiet beforehand.

#bullet train #bullet train (2022)#bullet train headcanons #mariane’s vampire au!#mariane’s thoughts (nsfw)#shigeru kimura (the elder)#shigeru kimura #shigeru kimura x reader #hiroyuki sanada

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 6 months ago

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Author's Note: More of Jophiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Arnault, Roland, Anegla and 'Becky'.

Disclaimer: Becky is the non-cannon name for the Reader Insert character bonded for Roland.

Summary: Jophiel meets Arnault and Roland for the first time. It goes about as well as you'd think it would for a Witch meeting a pair of Older Black Templars who's only heard stories of him.

Warnings: Some dehumanization and depersonalization. Some anxiety and fear. Jophiel worries for his brother's safety. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

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Jophiel has been really excited to meet Arnault and Roland- hearing about them from Cedric and later Ramiel. Also from a thoughtful Claude, who’d found them, “interesting, and warm.”

Which was an interesting reaction from his shyest brother. He grinned and gave each of them a hug, his eyes scanning them, looking to find the worst that could happen, but didn’t see, which had him chirp at them cheerfully.

He talks about some of the things he’d manage to scavenge- some medical supplies and stuff to make medicines and what not that Cedric had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to procure, not without going to one of the Shoals.

It has Catius look over at them, his shoulders relaxing a little, his bright ocean blue eyes sparking more true, then his mask he’d developed. He hates the masks that his brothers have to make to protect themselves, but understand why they do.

He peers a little into the future- it’s so much harder on Ancient Terra- and he only gets fuzzy images that are very hard to interpret. But- once he’s alone he’ll write it down and try to wrack his brain for what his trainers taught him about future-sight.

Which, he knows, is always just glimpses of possible futures, and not to fall into the trap of trying to break things to get to what those futures could be. Truely, future sight can be a terribly cursed and frankly useless warp ability.

Despite what people think of it perhaps being among the most powerful of gits, it truly isn’t. Not that he’s going to tell them, or anyone that. Doesn’t want to sound ungrateful for the blessings gifted to him by his dead primarch.

A few days after Claude has met Roland, Arnault, and their Bonded humans (interesting thing about Ancient Terra, these bond things- and how Roland and Arnault and explained it to his brothers, who’d told the rest of them about it.

He can likely see these bond things with being a trained psyker, it was still… a strange concept). Jophiel is happy to meet the pair of older brothers- who have grown to mean so much to a couple of his most wounded brothers.

Once he meets Arnault and Roland he’ll be able to get a true measure of their characters and souls. Be able to glimpse more clearly into what might be and what could be rather than the more vague, nebulous ones that he’d only gotten as he heard stories of these beloved older brothers.

He deliberately keeps his Librarian’s hood on, but not much other armor. Black Templars, as a chapter, despise Psykers. Deeming them all as witches, and heretical to be purged and killed. No matter their allegiance to the God Emperor.

(That the God Emperor is a Psyker without peer). But he’s not going to say that, that would be far to anger inducing. It would upset Ramiel and Cedric far too much to hear him say that to older Black Templars. Again. But he’d only said that because of that bastard.

He knows the others are curious on how he arrived on Ancient Terra. But he… his face burns with shame, glad that Ramiel and Cedric are ahead of him, and don’t see his face at the moment. Jophiel really doesn’t want to talk about how he got here.

It will be a test- to see how Older First Born Black Templars on Ancient Terra (Bonded) react to a Winged Son of Sanguinius. Erriox’s tempered reaction- to his feathers, Iron Warriors tended to be very difficult to be afflicted by Warp-nonsense. Usually, at least. Also, he’s Bonded to a Harpy, so it’s not like he’s unused to seeing winged sentients in some capacity.

He focuses his thoughts on the here and now- as he hears Cedric and Ramiel call out happily to Arnault and Roland who call back out to them. They all breach the surface, to speak with them and Angela and Becky.

He notices the way that Arnault and Roland seem to have a protective slant to their words and actions. Noticeably, they seem to be gentling their reactions to the pair of younger Black Templars.

‘Oh Claude’. Jophiel thinks fondly. ‘You were too heavy handed in your warnings.’

He shakes his head a little- a smile on his face, Claude could have the best of intentions with his actions. But- sometimes would reveal a little too much, with what he said and didn’t say at times. Jophiel will need to rescue Cedric and Ramiel from the clutches of overzealous older brothers who are worried and wondering of the traumas they have endured.

Jophiel greets a cheerful, closed lipped hello to the pair of humans. One of them seems more anxious about meeting him than the other. So he does his best to be particularly adorable, to help her relax and ease up.

He notices the way that Arnault twitches- and backs away- trying not to taunt the Black Templar (well, this one at least). Not with how much Cedric and Ramiel adore them. He’s glad that Becky seems to be less afraid of him. Glad when she approaches him to talk.

Notices the way that Roland tenses up and watches him- very closely. He’s glad that neither of them have charged and/or started growling at him yet. Or bellowing about the fact that Heretics should be purged- and witches must die.

Slowly- ever so slowly, Roland and Arnault seem to start to relax- the more that their Bonded relax around him. Which is great! Less likely for him to be stabbed. Less, not completely. Older Black Templars tended to be far less flexible in some ways than the younger ones.

It’s best, likely, that he meets with Roland and Arnault, the least of the non-Black Templar Primaris, for their sanity and likely his continued well being. Which is fine- he has the Gannet Aunties and cousins.

Roland has a restraining hand on Arnault’s shoulder. Cedric and Ramiel had been talking about all of their Primaris brothers for weeks- for a few months. Especially, with hesitant caution and watchfulness, their Librarian brother Jophiel.

Especially with what Claude said and not-said about how they had been treated. Arnault charging the little ones would likely go poorly. And the Little witch- er cousin, hasn’t done anything witch-y to their little brothers, or to their Bonded.

The Little Witch allows their Bonded to interact with it at their pace. The little witch keeps a polite distance and respectful demeanor towards the pair of them as well. Doing it’s best not to rile Roland or Arnault. Even as he feels the way his fellow Older Black Templar Brother muscles are tense and relax.

"Hello there, Jophiel," Becky says, the bolder of the pair of women, while Angela hides behind her, watching the two of them interact.

"Hello ma'am," Jophiel says nodding towards both of them, briefly looking in their eyes before submissively looking away from them.

"Oh my- your eyes are quite striking," Becky says as she grabs his face.

Jophiel freezes and stares at her- his eyes darting around as he notices the way the two older Black Templars are watching him. Surprisingly Angela giggles a little at the unintentional squeak he'd let out when she'd grabbed him.

He hadn't meant to flinch a little at her touch- but he'd had. He hadn't expected that she'd touch him. Jophiel's more worried about Roland and Arnault's reaction, than anything else.

It's not like he could defend himself if the women tried to hurt him. The retaliation he'd receive from the Black Templars would be far more damaging than what these base line humans could inflict on him... physically at least.

"When Cedric and Ramiel talked about their brothers- and how different they were from them," Becky continued to say, not noticing the way he had flinched, but Angela had. "When they said different, I hadn't realized that you boys could get wings."

"It's... not a common feature," Jophiel says weakly, tucking his wings against his back, "It's... very rare actually."

Jophiel wonders how to phrase that he'd like it if she let him go without sounding rude or potentially upsetting her. Which is the last thing he wants to do with an Emperor's Champion and another Older Black Templar within charging range.

As well as Erriox and Mama Lenora, he’s meeting Roland and Arnault because, while hesitant about Jophiel meeting them, both Cedric and Ramiel did want him to meet them. Jophiel had pointed out, very sensibly, that neither of them would like a Librarian being around them. Around their Bonded.

At least Roland seems to have relaxed a little with the way his Bonded had approached him. While Arnault still seems rather tense- and ready to tear him to shreds.

Angela notices how nervous the poor young mer is, and how he's trying to do his bet to make a good first impression on him. Her anxiety lessens and she had noticed the way he'd flinched when Becky had grabbed his face.

Also the not so hidden panicked look he'd given to his fellow Primaris and the way he's still nervously watching Arnault and Roland. She lightly tugs on one of Becky's arms.

"Let go of the poor boy's face," Angela says softly.

"Fine, fine," Becky says, gently patting one of Jophiel's cheeks as she does so. "You're features are even softer than Rami and Ced's."

Jophiel pouts at that, and tries to come up with something and Angela comes to his rescue again, "He's likely a bit younger than them."

"... How'd you guess that accurately?" Jophiel whines, "I'm not that much younger than them!"

With the ‘suffer not the witch’ part of being the ideology of the

He doesn’t like it when mortals are so afraid of him. He understands why- he knows he’s one of the scariest things, creatures, in any given room. But he dislikes being reminded of that. Slowly she seems to relax at his silly antics.

Ramiel and Cedric’s exasperation at their youngest (hey!) brother’s antics. “I’m not the youngest!”

He pouts at them exaggeratedly, “yes you are.” Cedric and Ramiel say simultaneously, both of them having matching, shit eating grins on their faces, “you came out of the vats last- by at least two weeks.”

They both have teasing grins on their faces. Good- they are happy, even if it’s at his expense, he’s glad that the shadows of sorrow and pain in their eyes have lightened. Even though it’s at his expense, he’s glad that they are feeling positive emotions.

The older Black Templars seem to both be chuckling, amused at their antics, and watching them. He pretends not to notice when they realize precisely which specialty he has- with the Librarian’s hood. He’s not trained enough for the mighty staff, and he chose not to wear the rest of his armor as a show of trust and vulnerability.

“But- that was when we were Then.” Jophiel says with a sulk, “I could have been the one to survive the longest in our Then before coming back here.”

“Hm…” Cedric hums as he tilts one his hand from side to side in a so-so manner. “Perhaps, perhaps not.”

Jophiel pretends he doesn’t know the way that Arnault and Roland are watching him with calculating blue eyes- the same, or similar hue as Cedric and Ramiel’s are. He’s watching from the corner of his eyes, the Emperor’s Champion.

The gilding on his fins, truely are impressive, he’s heard of the future-deeds of this Champion. Impressive were his deeds, and tragic his final end. He keeps his words on that sort of thing locked behind his teeth.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” Jophiel says to Arnault and Roland, “Cedric and Ramiel talk about the two of you a lot. They think the- oph.”

The groan he made as Cedric and Ramiel ram into him- to stop him from saying something potentially embarrassing as Revenge for being called the baby of the squad has him yowling dramatically at them about Betrayal as he tussles and wrestles with the two of them.

Before relenting in their grasp- as a Librarian, while he’s been taught hand to hand- it’s not as extensively as his brothers who have more close-combat Chapters. And he sulks and pouts at the two of them.

“You two are so mean!” He whines at them, all floppy dramatics at them.

His eyes carefully flickering towards where Arnault and Roland are. He can tell that the Emperor’s champion is being mildly restrained from charging after them- after Jophiel specifically and he flinches a little- and curses himself for that. He shouldn’t show weakness in front of First Born Space Marines. Also Cedric and Ramiel had noticed that. Fuck.

“I haha- just remembered I had something important to do,” Jophiel says to his Black Templar brothers- eyes darting towards Arnault and Roland nervously.

He’s likely overstayed his welcome, or will soon. “It was an honor to meet several people who have come to mean so much to Cedric and Ramiel.”

Jophiel says that to Roland, Arnault, Becky and Angela. “Good day to you all.”

He’s not running away- but that Emperor’s Champion’s face he saw the way it darkened some of the times. The coiled, barely hidden violence, just barely restrained by the other Black Templar.

He tugs at Cedric and Ramiel’s arms. He absolutely doesn’t want either of them near an older Black Templar in such a poor mood. “Come on- we- we- we need to help Catius and Claude with getting uh- something- for Erriox and Lenora right now.”

Cedric and Ramiel have both noticed that he’s slightly stuttered and how he’s become increasingly nervous of their Really Cool Big Brothers. Their smiles faded a little, “Okay Jophi- we’ll go.”

“Have a good day Miss Angela, Miss Becky,” Ramiel says, lightly squeezing one of Jophiel’s shoulders. “See you later Brother Roland, Brother Arnault.”

Jophiel could get skittish of older brothers and cousins far faster than any of them- due to his wings. Perhaps they’d pushed him a little too much to meet Roland and Arnault at the same time.

Cedric and Ramiel believe that this meeting has gone great. Neither Arnault or Roland had Charged Jophiel or tried to kill him or bellowed about him being a witch who should die.

That was the worst fucking lie he’s ever said in his life- but he’s not going to let Claude and Ramiel stay near him in such a mood. He’d never been able to protect them from Petras or Cedric’s mentor when the other was in a mood. But things were different here. They were on Ancient Terra.

They weren’t so beholden to their older brothers and cousins. Not as much. None of them were in any official pod or shoal. Independence came at the cost of a lack of support and resources. But. As lonely as it could be, it was… likely safer- in some ways. For now at least.

“You scared the baby,” Roland scolds Arnault.

“Baby witch,” Arnault rumbles.

“Baby witch who’s one of Ramiel and Cedric’s makeshift pod.” Roland points out, “Who’s been nothing but polite, and likely badly harmed by older brothers and cousins too.”

Arnault rumbles, his bond with his beloved is much more intense than Roland’s is. So his protective instincts were screaming at him to get rid of the threat. Even if said threat hadn’t done a single thing to harm, or seem as if it was a threat.

When they had been told of Jophiel- and what it’s specialty was they had… concerns. About the Witch potentially deceiving their little brothers. But- that didn’t seem to be the case. It had cast none of it’s magic on any of them.

Hadn’t been sly or conniving, hadn’t sought to harm or steal their souls. To corrupt and be cruel. But- it hadn’t been like that, it had- Arnault noticed- wanted to try and protect Roland and Arnault’s little brother’s from his growing annoyance at it’s continued presence. Which… sat poorly in his hearts.

Angela wades over to her Bonded and puts her hands on her hips as she frowns at him a little, "Arnault- why were you acting like Jophiel was a threat?"

"Because it's a witch!" Arnault says with a growl.

"... 'it' has a name and pronouns," She says disappointed in him, "His name is Jophiel. He didn't seem like he was a bad sort."

"But-" Arnault protests.

"You don't have to like him," Angela continues, "but he seemed very sweet, and rather nervous to make a good impression on you and Roland. Because of how much you both mean to his older brothers."

"So?" Arnault continues.

"So- I'd like it if you could try not to act like you want to kill him." Angela says, "Unless he proves to be bad."

"Yes love." Arnault says sulkily as he steals kisses from his beloved as he curls around her.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #warhammer #mermay #mermay 2024 #mermay 40k #Living waters au #oc: ramiel #oc: Jophiel #oc: Angela #oc: Arnault #oc: Roland #oc: Cedric

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grazieschillivera · 1 year ago

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Longing curses 2/5

-His persuasions-

Chapter Summary: After the little incident at the dueling club Tom has to start over to win you back. Now that he knows how the little dance of love works, he decides to not only show you how similar you both are but also shares a new secret with you

Word count: ca. 2000

Warnings/tags: some fluff (I guess), manipulation, making out

Some days went by. Tom could feel how tense you were again in his presence and he started to think about how he should show you that you were wrong. One afternoon Tom's studying got softly interrupted when a gentle laughter echoed through the shelfs. His head turned around in curiosity. He had never heard such a sweet laugh and his heart arched in a unknown way once his eyes found you. You stood there with a friend who just made you giggle and you suppressed the rest of it to not interrupt the other students further while you gave your friend a warm smile - instead of him, he thought. He was supposed to make you laugh, you should be at his side by now. Maybe you were right. He had to give something to get something, love needed commitment. True commitment, and Tom needed to find a way to share this with you without breaking himself.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

A week later you had curfew again. Occasionally you would see some of the other prefects when your routes almost crossed.

,,Coffee?'' a voice next to you asked, making you stop in your admiring of the painting over the library entrance. The shadow next to you was easy to recognize. Unsure you looked down at Toms bottle.

,,Its safe, see. Helps with the tiredness'' he said while he held the bottle in front of you after he had taken a swallow.

,,Thanks'' you said when you took it from him. Your gazes were still locked.

,,You can trust me. I have every book I want. But I want to go inside to show you something'' he said. You drank some of the coffee and even though it was welcomed, your lips still curled down due to the bitter taste. Or maybe because of the offering Tom gave you.

,,I'm not interest in you showing me whatever you have in mind'' you said handing over his drink.

,,You don't mean that. I fear you misunderstood me last week. Give me another chance'' Tom said and made a step to the library’s huge wooden door, but you blocked his way by standing up in front of him.

,,I'm very clear with my opinions. You're just as cunning and self-serving as your friends, you don't care about others and just want things your way'' you said.

,,If I am all those things, then why do you think I had invited you to the club? Like it or not but I'm not the person you want me to be. In fact, I think you are scared to look at me without your assumptions. Thinking if you don't keep those borders up, you will get lost between them'' Tom said, showing you that he didn't lose his confidence despite your little argument some time ago.

,,Don't think of me as so stupid. I might suck in dueling but I'm not beneath you Tom! I know what I want. In a different world I would be a win for you.'' you said and tried to make you a bit bigger to meet his eyes. His relaxed smile really frustrated you.

,,Of course you would be. Thats why I like you. Me and you could be something special. Is my motive still so self-serving now?'' he asked still standing before you but not in an intimidating way you noticed. More like a friend who tried to talk you out of something harmful.

,,Well yes. After all I'm not interested. And I still have your little secret about you letting your friends sneak out during curfew. I will tell Professor Dumbledore tomorrow if you don't let it be Tom'' you said but not as sternly as intended.

,,Using our shared secrets as blackmail – who is cunning now? Seems we aren't so different from one another after all'' said Tom but you did not join his amusement.

,,No we are not. I follow rules, I treat people equally.'' you said confidently, knowing Tom had nothing in his hands that could harm your reputation.

An unsettled cry reaches your ear and you stop.

,,Thats in my wing'' you said and walked back upstairs. Tom followed you.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

,,Its curfew. What are you doing here?'' Tom asked before you could.

A girl sat on a bench and wiped her tears from her cheek. She muttered something about her ex boyfriend and how she couldn't get back into her dorm, because he and his new girlfriend were there. Tom showed less interest in her excuse. With big steps he approached her to bring her to her head teacher.

,,Tom wait'' you said and walked in his way.

,,Its against the rules. Easy as that Y/N'' said Tom. Even though he didn’t care about the girl he still found himself very thankful of this lucky coincidence.

,,My wing, my understanding of the rules Tom'' you said, trying to not make a fool of yourself considering what you just had stated about your loyalty to rules. The way you said his name added more fun at his persuasions. Up to now it sounded always like a warning call but it would soon fade into something more suitable for his expectations.

Eventually Tom gave in and promised to accept your wish.

,,Please don't'' you simply said when your eyes met Toms again when you walked back.

,,I'm not judging your actions. Why should I? But since you are so keen to keep your reputation, you gave me a new secret. And I would like to trade it for a little favor. Just as you did'' said Tom, enjoying this feeling about giving you a taste of your own medicine.

,,Back then in the Pub I explained to you how getting to know someone works. I never thought you would misinterpret it so wrongly'' you said already knowing that you would go inside the library.

Tom lazily defended his actions, he already was occupied with other things in his mind but he played along for you.

,, You're sure this is a good idea. I'm not used doing such things'' you said silently, when you sneaking closely behind Tom, even though he had politely held the gate of the forbidden area open.

,,You'll be fine just stay quiet''. Tom took hold of your hand and walked confidently along the corridor, as if it was his wing that you walked in.

Due to the moonlight the bookshelves shimmered whitely when you passed them. You could only hear your own footsteps and it felt like Tom and you were somewhere completely else.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

,,Sit down. I will be right back'' Tom said softly like he knew you needed someone to calm you down a bit. After all breaking rules made you still feel uneasy. He pointed to a bench that stood between some bookshelves from where you could look at a huge tapestry that showed the founders of Hogwarts. The air was cool.

Tom came back with a huge old book. On it laid a smaller one, that he took beside him. He tested the waters and asked you somethings about the founders. You both started to talk about it freely enjoying each other’s knowledge.

,,I have a next secret I would like to share with you. You Hufflepuffs can be trusted right?'' Tom said, his lips almost formed a grin. He seemed to suppress a feeling. Was it confidence? Or was it out of tension?

,,Sure I wont tell. Promise'' you said with a low voice prepared to stay open minded but carful.

For a moment you both shared in intense look. It was as if Tom wanted to read you despite your promise to be trustworthy. It crossed your mind that your odd friend fought an urge within him. But you couldn't really tell what it exactly was.

At first he kept his usual practical attitude he had whenever he talked to someone. Only the last part started to sound strange. For one second you thought it wasn't Tom who talked to you but then you figured, that this person was the actual Tom, or at least another part of him you hadn't seen until now:

,,Since my researches I finally understand myself, what I am, what I am capable of. I read everything from him, one day I will know all his secrets'' Tom said.

After am moment of silence he started to talk about the relationship Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff shared in their lifetime. Loudly he questioned how they could share such a good bond, that was so infamous in Salazars diary, then he looked at you. Although he didn't mention it, you could sense what he thought after his last words. It made your stomach twist. But was it out of fear or curiosity?

You said that you are not the heir of Helga with a chuckle and that you don't live for this amount of pathos in your life. But it was useless, Tom saw something great within you. You couldn't change his mind and I a strange way you realized it did something to you. Being praised and called for the things you did so dearly. So you decided to also open up for him because that was what this night was about. Tom had decided to be honest instead of cunning. He was one of the good ones, it was clear to see for you.

A bit shy you brought a book out of your robes pocket and presented an article that shows your family, who has a little reputation considering healing potions and herbology. It was almost like an unspoken law since the accident in the club to keep your distance from Tom but something made you break it.

You shared your story- that the glory vanished because your parents and grandparents had different interests, and that was completely fine for you. No one should practice something that made him unhappy. Nevertheless, you like it to sometimes research about your family from those better times. You found an ancestor of your father fell in love with someone very smart and they both ended up starting the little glory of you family.

,,I understand you, I do the same sometimes. Having a look in the past can give some orientation for what can be possible. Its like looking in a twisted mirror.'' you said still a bit lost in your memories about your family. After your words there was a cozy silence in the room. Being here didn’t feel forbidden anymore. It felt comforting.

,,I like this thought.'', Tom admitted showing his approval. You looked back at him and gave him an honest smile.

Now you knew what Tom searched for in life, and he knew what you searched for in a partner. And suddenly he became not only the keeper of your secret but also the answer to it.

With your permission Tom read some phrases out of Salazars diary to you and you started to get lost in the way his voice sounded so softly and his eyes now and then flew away from the lines and lingered on you. The words that held such a dangerous ambiguity couldn't reach your mind anymore, it was directed to Tom and the feeling he started to give you. At some point his hand had reached out for yours, he softly pressed it before using his words again.

,,I respect your values. Actually, we are quite similar Y/N. The difference between us is that I'm willing to prefer some people over others. Thats passion, isn't it? When there is this one person who outshines the others-who is simply more important'' he said and led your hand carefully to his lips to savor the feeling of your skin on them in such a way that your cheeks turned hot.

While you had the feeling that you and Tom melted into each other, Tom had the impression to finally wrap you around his finger, now you fell in love for him as well. At this moment you could only see him. Those not so beneficial values of your house would just vanish over time if you devote yourself truly to him. He would take care of it, and of you.

The hold Tom had on your arm stayed while his lips caressed your skin of it, carefully testing how close you would let him be.

,,You can't treat everyone the same Y/N.'' said Tom. He suppressed his satisfaction with you, who finally started to think, that you and him were possible. That only your mind was in your way of happiness.

,,And you don't want to treat me just as everyone else. Whenever I read about Salazars past, I see us. Just give it a taste Y/N'' added Tom close to your face after he had shoved you softly closer against him.

Slow and deep beats of your heart pounded against your and Toms chest, he was so close to you, he could feel how you were. If he couldn't see your pleading gaze, he had thought you planed on running away. But you weren't. Your mind told your body to stay still, Tom was finally in your head. To reward you, he pressed his lips against yours and felt how you fought against your last insecurities, while moving your lips shyly against his.

Patience, was all Tom had to remind himself of. Not only towards you. He realized despite his lust for you, that he was also in some way shy about this new form of intimacy. Still he would keep the control of it for you.

,,Doesn't this feel right? You feel so good Y/N. How can you ever deny us something so good again?'' Tom asked between wet kisses, that grew hotter the more he got lost in the feeling of your sweet lips and tongue that tried to keep up with his pace. It only made it harder for you to answer Tom, who demanded it.

But your shy nods and 'yes's weren't enough for him. Within minutes Tom had pulled you on his lap. His hands caressed the soft skin right underneath your breasts while his lips were attached to your neck to get every little moan out of you, that you tried to hid. You were in a library after all. But now fully consumed by this new ecstasy you moaned every answer out of your mouth he wanted to hear from you.

You looked down at Tom's eyes. They were so dark and yet so clear, that you could see yourself in them. And while you eyed this new side of yours, you also observed how Tom seemed to experience the same with you.

The moment felt so unusual intense that your hands searched for Toms as a comfort, that were still around your ribcage. Before some fitting words of luck could be formed from your lips, Tom pressed his lips against yours again. It felt all so good your mind kept running and your heart beat so fast that you felt like a star that could explode. So you just made him stop.

Back on your spot on the bench you tried to study his feelings. For a second some kind of hurt crossed his frowned faced. Was it love that he wanted or was this just a trap you were naive enough to have fallen into for a brief moment?

,,Have you done this before Tom? Because I have not'' you said, your voice faded a bit away- you were unsure whether to feel pride or guilt.

,,Does this matter? It's what people do when they want I each other. And I only want you if this is what you want to know'' Tom said his last words with a secure smile, his hands brought you to his mouth before he gave them a kiss.

You were back at the same position where you just had started to fall for him again. But now something has changed. Something told you that he was meant to be yours and you were meant to understand him, to love him- because he had allowed you to do so. And Tom belonged to those people that rarely allowed such things- so this means he loved you truthfully, right?

,,We have seen each other’s true self now and we seemed to enjoy it'', said Tom now silently hoping to at least earn a nod from you. ,,Don't back away Y/N. Give it at least a try''. His hand that had held yours on the entire way back wouldn’t let go of you. Carefully he kept his grip around it.

So you nodded. Later Tom brought you to your common room offering you an invitation to a dorm party to give him and his friends a chance to show you, that you and your feelings would be safe with him.

#tom riddle imagine #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x oc

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whumperofworlds · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 12: Blood

Now on AO3!

A/N: Just keep on writing, WoW. Keep on writing. Also, this is Teak and Linden's debut! They're not a couple, surprisingly *GASP*. They're more like brothers! I hope y'all like them!

TAGS: @gala1981

CONTENT: blood, minor character death, battles, blood loss

ENJOY!

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@whumptober Day 12: Red | Insomnia | "I'm up, I'm up!"

Teak wasn't sure how it happened. One minute, he and Linden were training in the forest. The next, they were ambushed by Brennus' guardsmen. And now he and his good friend were fighting for their lives as they fought off the guardsmen. Apparently, the ambush was meant for Alder, only for them to fall for it instead.

Linden cried out a battle cry as his Flare spell flew from his hand, burning a few guardsmen, slowing them down. He turned to his younger adopted brother, calling out, "Go, Teak! I'll handle this!"

"What?" Teak asked incredulously, as he blocked a guardsman's sword with his own. "And leave ya behind to fight them all off? No way!" Teak knew that Linden was saying that out of worry and to protect the youngest Fierce Forest, but he could fight! He knew his way around using the sword, so Linden shouldn't worry about him that much.

Linden frowned, before his focus was back to the fray. There was no time to argue; they needed to kill these guardsmen before they figured out where they were living.

Teak dodged a guardsman's swipe of their sword, before he sliced them down with his sword. Blood spattered on him, to which his stomach turned; he wasn't used to death and blood constantly, but now was not the time to get sick. If they didn't kill them now—

"Teak!" Linden cried out.

Teak turned to face him, seeing that Linden was still fighting off the guardsmen. He raised a brow. Why did he—

He heard a battle cry to his left, and he barely dodged another swipe of a sword. The sword's sharp side hit his tunic, but otherwise, he didn't feel any pain. Gritting his teeth, he raised his sword before striking down the guardsman, killing them instantly.

The battle felt like hours, and Teak was struggling to stay on his feet. Why was he feeling so tired now? Was his stamina that bad? He needed to work on that so he wouldn't be so tired during a fight like this.

"FLARE!" Linden cried, as flames erupted from his palm, aimed at one last guardsman. The guardsman screamed as the spell hit them, burning them to a crisp, before they fell to the ground, dead.

Linden sighed, wiping off the sweat from his brow from the arduous battle. He turned to Teak, who smiled at him. But his eyes widened, which Teak hummed in confusion.

No. Linden wasn't staring at him. He was staring at Teak's thigh. Teak glanced down, and noticed a long line of red dribbling down from his thigh, the red staining his pant leg.

…Oh…

Blood. He was seeing blood. And he was losing a lot of it, too.

Pain hit then, as Teak hissed, holding his thigh to stop the bleeding. The blood dripped down between his fingers, staining his hand red. Where did he even get this wound? Was it from the slash by the guardsman he dodged?

Linden leapt into action immediately upon seeing his brother hurt, rushing towards him. He cursed under his breath, carefully removing Teak's hand from the gushing wound to examine it. The slash was deep—it likely hit an artery, hence why Teak was bleeding so much.

"Dammit," Linden cursed again, gritting his teeth in anger and worry. He should have called a warning earlier, then Teak wouldn't be…

"A-am I gonna die?" Teak asked, fear gripping his heart at that thought. Dizziness hit him, as he held his head. He struggled to keep his eyes open and to stay balanced, but due to losing massive amounts of blood, he wasn't sure how long he would last.

"Hold on," Linden tried to reassure, his voice breaking; that scared Teak more than anything. Hearing Linden scared for Teak was a sound he didn't want to hear. "I'll get you to Holly and Aspen! Just stay awake for me, okay?"

"I-I'll try," Teak whimpered, the pain so strong tears began to form in his eyes. He wanted this intense agony to stop, but he held on. For the other Fierce Forests. For Linden.

Linden helped Teak on his back, and Teak wrapped his arms around Linden's torso. The sleepiness beckoned Teak, but he stayed strong. Keep his eyes open; that should be simple enough.

Linden ran as fast as he could to get back to the fort, his running slowed thanks to Teak on his back. Teak held on as best as he could, groaning in pain as the pain flared up from his thigh. This hurt so much—all he wanted was to nap it through. But he knew that Linden would worry over him if he closed his eyes now. He needed to keep his eyes open till they got back.

It felt like hours of running, even though it was actually minutes. Long minutes of pain that grew stronger, and Teak's fatigue began to take its toll. He nearly fell asleep right there, but Linden's voice pulled him back from his brief slumber, telling him to hang on. From a distance, Teak could see the familiar brown getting closer. Brown that made him feel at home.

The fort. They were getting closer to the fort.

"Aspen! Holly!" Linden cried out, "Help! Teak's hurt badly!"

Finally… Teak thought, the sleepiness getting to be too much. I can rest…

He closed his eyes, his grip around Linden's torso growing slack. He didn't realize he fell off of Linden's back until he passed out from blood loss; the last thing he heard until darkness too over him was Linden's screams of his name.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #red #oc #fic #blood #minor character death #blood loss #teak #linden #teak's fine don't worry!#just that time constraints made me cut the aftermath 😅#my whump stories #unconsciousness

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ezilyamuzed · 2 years ago

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There's No Place Like Home-Part 20 (Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place at the end of the 13 season.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff. Death. Blood.

A/N:Finally reached the last chapter after 4 years. I’m finally ready to say goodbye to it. Things have unraveled more and more, so I hope you’ve been paying attention. I wrote this while watching episode 21 at least 6 times. Reworking it had to happen, but I think I did the original script justice. Let me know what you think!

Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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“I have a proposition for you.”

It has been a little over a week and you were back on campus, sitting in front of Dr. Frankel, your new boss. Things were coming together at the bunker, but some of the younger people from the other world were having difficulty adjusting to the new life. Or rather, the lack of things trying to murder them at any moment. The older ones as well, but Mary had them handled. There was a need for structure. Discipline. Knowledge. You knew just the place.

“Jack?” He spoke with a smirk. “Bringing him to us?”

“No,” you spoke firmly. “Another deal.”

“So you’re breaking the last one and now you want a new one? So why should I bargain with you? I see no reason to trust this would be of any use to us.”

“Lucifer is gone, is he not? And because there’s people that need our help,” you replied. “That is what you do here is it not?”

“For our kind,” he grumbled. “Not theirs, especially ones not of this world.”

“You know already, hmm?” He nodded in reply. Guess you couldn’t hide much from the head of Monster U. “They’re kids, college aged, who came back from the other world. They need help in this world. They need to be watched.”

“And you want to bring them here?” His eyes squeezed with disbelief. “Why?”

“Because you want to build a better future for those that are different? Isn’t that correct? Those who people would fear? Wouldn’t a group of kids from another world count? I mean, they do come with their own special skill set and knowledge…”

“And what would I get out of this?” His light shifted. He was intrigued.

“They know how to fight. All of them. They’ve battled worse than you could ever know, and survived. If anything comes to your doors, they’re the ones you want on your side. They've also seen what happens to your kind when you’re not fed properly or kept in line.”

“An alliance?” He replied. “Their safety for the future of ours?”

“Yes.”

“This also means that you would have to be here more permanently as well to watch that no one goes… astray.”

“I will watch them, teach them to understand the world. I just need a place to keep them close. To keep them safe. The world can be cruel to those who are different. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“And Jack?”

“He is being watched by the best.”

“The Winchester’s you mean?” He smirked. “That’s not so assuring for our kind.”

“My kind too,” you replied. “They’re teaching him to use his powers for good. To be a good person. He’s adjusting at the moment. Learning who he is. He needs to be around people he trusts. That's the Winchesters.”

“And if they fail?”

“Well, you did just agree to help protect an army under my watch,” you smiled. “I haven’t broken my promise from before. I am handling it. But take this deal and he will see it as an act of truce between us. Wouldn’t you feel more at ease with the son of the devil on your side rather than against? Be a smart man. Take the deal.”

_____

“Hey,” Dean spoke into his phone as he answered its ring.

“We have a deal,” Y/N responded. “I’m on my way back for them all.”

“I still think you're crazy,” he laughed into the receiver.

“Not certifiable yet,” she laughed back. “Although I have agreed to marry you.”

“Hey now,” he smiled. “That’s the smartest decision you’ve ever made so far.”

“Anyways, I’ll be back in a couple hours. How’s Sam doing with the world lessons?”

“They’re all playing on google, getting lost on pinterest, YouTube,” he listed off.

“So completely normal things huh?” She giggled. “They’re adjusting?”

“Mostly,” he said as he looked over to Jack’s door, sulking alone in his room ever since they returned. “I’ll see you soon.”

Jack, the one person he didn’t know how to help. He couldn’t help. He was plagued by the loss of his father, his true father. He couldn’t bring back Lucifer. There was no way he would ever risk that, not that it was even likely he was still alive with Michael in the other world. Michael. The thought of him brought shivers down his spine. No, they could never go back. He couldn’t allow it.

___

“Hey there Doc,” you heard a familiar voice state as you walked down the stairs.

“Hey Bobby,” you smiled. “How’s it going?”

“Trying to figure out this apple thing they handed me,” he replied with a phone in his hand. “Why couldn’t they just give me an android like a normal person? Idjits.”

You laughed at the word idjits. Yup, it was a Bobby thing alright. This world and others alike. The last week had been insightful overall into the man whose face and spirit matched your fathers. He was warm and kind, but easily agitated and took no shit. Just like you. Although this Bobby had no daughter of his own, that didn’t stop him from treating you just as a father would. Giving you advice and just listening to you talk about your life. It was nice. He even offered to walk you down the aisle if Dean finally got the balls to ask you. His words, not yours. You didn’t tell him yet. No one knew. It had been an agreement between you and Dean while trying to figure out how to help everyone. Waiting a few weeks before giving the news. Giving you time to know the family that you never had.

“Well give it time,” you chuckled. “You’ll figure it out.”

You walked past Sam who was helping some of the people with operating their phones. He saw you enter and smiled at you as you walked through. Just a normal day home. You continued to walk to Dean’s room where you knew he was probably hiding out in.

“Hey there gorgeous,” you smiled as you entered the room. He smiled back as he continued to load his duffel bag that laid on his bed. You wrapped arms around his abdomen as he loaded his gun.

“What’s happening?”

“Werewolves,” he replied. “A couple miles out. They got a couple that were camping.”

“Need help?” You offered.

“Sam, Cas, and I are taking Jack to train him. Teach him how to be a hunter. To use his powers for good. Get him out of his room.”

“Is he still having trouble with it all?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I mean I did,” you teased. “I didn’t exactly take the news of being born from monsters lightly.”

“Maybe you could talk to him?”

“Therapy session for the son of satan?” You teased with a roll of your eyes. Honestly, the thought intrigued, yet scared the hell out of you.

“No, person to person. Someone who understands. Maybe that will help.”

“I’ll try,” you agreed. “But there is no telling what is going on in that mind of his Dean. He was born of pure evil.”

“He’s half human too,” Dean spoke up. “Just like you. You're a good person Y/N. If anyone can reach him, it’s going to be you.”

You agreed to talk to him. A task you had been avoiding the last week. You didn’t want to talk to him. He scared the shit out of you although he was just a child. An innocent child confused in the world. As you approached his door Gabriel’s words came to your memory. ‘Not everything that looks like a monster is.’

“Jack,” you called through the door after you knocked softly. “Can I come in?”

The door slowly opened. His blue eyes stared at you with puzzlement. This was the first time you had talked to him. Of course he wouldn’t understand.

“Hey,” you smiled. “I thought it was time we talked.”

He nodded as he moved over to let you in. His room was similar to the others, just a little more empty. No real possessions, just him. Lonely. That was the only way to describe it. The way you had felt most of your life.

“We need to get you a poster or something in here,” you giggled nervously, unsure how to start the conversation without sounding like you were interrogating him.

“Of what?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Musicians. Movies. Do you like movies?”

“Dean has shown me a couple.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Favorite?” His eyes squeezed together.

“Yeah, which one did you like the most? Feel connected to?”

He took a pregnant pause as he contemplated his answer. You were hopeful that Dean actually showed him some classics and not that smut he hid under his bed.

“Star Wars ,” he replied with a smile.

“Star Wars? Okay,” you chuckled. “Favorite character?”

“Luke,” he nodded with a smile.

“Why Luke?”

“Because he fights evil,” he said so innocently. “He protects people. With the force.”

“Sounds just like someone else I know,” you smiled.

“Who?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“You.”

“How so?”

“We’ll look at you,” you said as you leaned up against his empty desk. “You have Dean as Han Solo. Sam is definitely chewy. Cas could be your Obi Wan, or Yoda. You're also powerful. You have your own force, and you’ve chosen to do good with it, right?”

“You mean not going darkside?” He said with annoyance in his voice. “That’s what Dean has called it.”

“Well, can you blame him?”

“I’m not like my father,” he shot you a hard look. His light shone bright. He was sincere. For the first time, you felt an ease to your worries.

“And neither was Luke. In fact, Luke defeated him in Jedi, remember?”

“Yes,” his eyes diverted to the ground.

“Look, I know it’s difficult not knowing who your parents really are and only hearing from others what they were like,” you spoke softly. “And there’s no way to really fix that. Nothing anyone can say or do.”

“So what do I do?”

“You be good,” you smiled softly. “And strong. Be the type of person that makes your family proud:”

“My family?”

“Us Jack,” you replied. “Sam, Dean, Cas, and everyone else. We are your family. Family isn’t just the people who made you, it’s the ones who are there for you even when time seems the darkest. They love you and want you to be the best version of you.”

“What is the best version of me?”

“Only you can answer that Jack,” you smiled.

“My father,” he spoke slowly. “He did try to help us. After everything, all the stories, he did try”.

You swallowed the pit that you felt stuck in your throat as he brought him up. You wanted to argue that his intentions were impure, but you couldn’t. That was probably the one and only time the devil’s act of selfishness ever helped anyone.

“He did,” you nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“So if he could be good, there’s hope for everyone?”

You watched the hope in his eyes for your response. He needed that hope, if only to continue being on your side. The right side.

“Hey, look at me,” you chuckled. “Blood of monsters and all sorts of witchy crap. If there’s hope for me, there’s hope for you.”

________

“Going already?” Dean gruffed as you helped the kids get their stuff together.

“Soon,” she replied as you handed a bag back to Liza, one of the girls that was a bit older than the others.

“I should come with you,” he stated.

“You have your wolf hunt to get to,” she responded. “Besides, I’ll be busy with everything else going on. Helping the kids get settled. I’ll probably even help them get some stuff like clothes and that for their room.”

“Look at you being all motherly there,” Dean chuckled.

“Hey there,” she shot him a look. “Don’t get any ideas there.”

“I’m not,” he shook his head. “But you could use the help.”

“And that’s why Garth is meeting me.”

“Garth?” Dean wrinkled his nose. Why of everyone, would she call him?

“Yes Garth,” she replied. “I figured he could help with the whole not all monsters want to eat you lesson. Help ease the tension.”

“Makes sense,” he sighed. “I still wish I could go with you.”

“It’s not like this is the last time I am going to see you Dean,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back in a couple days.”

“That’s too long,” he pulled her close to him with a grin.

“Dean,” she pushed back gingerly with a smirk. “Two days, tops, and I will be back. You have my word.”

“Well what if I’m not here? Hmm?”

“And where would you be?” She laughed back. “On vacation with Sam?”

“Who the hell knows,” he sighed. “I feel like we’re constantly being pulled apart.”

“Dean,” she looked up to him with those glowing eyes. “Nothing will ever keep me away from you forever. I promise that. Wherever you go, I’ll be waiting for your safe return.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to have deserved you?” He stated as he pushed her hair back.

“Fate, angels and demons messing with our families. You know the usual romance story,” she giggled.

“This is the only time I’m ever going to be thankful to them,” he chuckled back.

“You and me both,” she snickered. Her eyes went back to the group of teens all gathering their items.

“You still think trusting those things at the university is the smart move?”

“We need them on our side Dean,” she replied. “We need to all work together, create that better life we’ve always wished for.”

“I still don’t trust them,” he sighed.

“Trust me,” she assured him. “I got this handled.”

“You and your crazy plans,” he scoffed.

“Hey,” she smirked. “They always work, don't they?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes. “I guess they do.”

“And don’t forget there Mr. Winchester, you’re one of those crazy plans as well.”

She laughed as she began to walk away. Stopping to talk to Maggie who was one of the only teens not packing.

“Not going?” Dean asked.

“No, Maggie replied. “I'm not ready to leave yet.”

“Understand,” Y/N smiled. “ Can you do me a favor then?”

“Yeah, anything,” she replied.

“Watch out for this guy for me,” Y/N nodded over to Dean. “He gets lost without me.”

“Do not,” he chuckled back.

“No problem,” Maggie laughed back. “I will.”

Maggie left to talk with the others as everyone made their way outside. Dean was surprised to see a big suv there instead of her normal purple beast.

“Now I know something is wrong,” he stated as he slapped the hood.

“Couldn’t fit them all in my Baby,” she laughed. “I had to improvise. It still has a V-8 at least.”

“Well that’s something at least,” Dean laughed.

Dean watched as the last teen packed their bag in the back of the big SUV. It was time for her to go. Time to say goodbye.

“I love you,” she said as she hugged him close.

“I love you too Mrs. Winchester,” Dean teased.

“Mrs. Winchester,” her nose turned. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d ever get used to that one.”

“Well you’re going to have to one day,” Dean grinned. “Someday soon. I promise.”

____

It had been at least an hour and a half before the first person complained from the back for the bathroom. An hour long of arguing and other teenage banter all while they whined over your repertoire of music. Apparently in apocalypse world they had their own version of Taylor Swift and Kanye West. You just rolled your eyes with a smile as you played “their” type of music to appease them. Everything seemed normal. At least for the moment.

While waiting for the last person to come back from the bathroom break, your phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“It’s Mary. Are you and the kids safe?”

“Yeah, just stopped to pee,” you readjusted yourself to look towards the bathrooms. “Halfway there.”

“Did you see Maggie before you left?” Her voice cracked a little.

“Yeah, she waved us off as we pulled away,” you replied with concern. “Why? What happened?”

“Maggie is dead,” her voice broke mid sentence.

You stepped out of the SUV quickly while holding the phone to your chest. You didn’t want to worry the others without more information.

“How?” You said once you knew you were out of earshot.

“She was attacked,” she replied. “But it doesn’t look like a creature. It looks… human.”

“Suspects?” You breathed out.

“None so far, but everyone that was here. I didn’t know if maybe one of them…”

“No, all of them with me were accounted for and she was alive,” you answered rapidly. “We will turn back around. I can help-“

“No,” she interrupted. “Get them to safety. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Are you-“

“I know they’re safe with you,” she replied. “Get them there and settled. It’s not safe here for them.”

“You be safe Mary,” you replied.

“You too.”

As you hung up the phone everything in you screamed to turn back around. Who there would want to hurt Maggie? She was a sweetheart. There was something or rather someone that threatened your family and you weren’t there. It didn’t sit right with you.

“Hey Doc! You coming?” You heard Jerry yell from the backseat.

“Coming,” you replied with your best fake smile. Gotta get the the kids to safety. Got to keep going. No matter how much it killed you.

_______

“Well that was a milk run,” Dean laughed as he slung his bag into Baby’s trunk as they walked out of the werewolves cabin. “Jack, that thing you do with freezing them is helpful, but next time, we’re working on weaponry.”

“I used the force,” Jack smiled. “Just like Y/N told me too.”

“Well even Luke had to learn how to use a lightsaber kid,” Dean smiled.

“Dean,” Cas spoke up from being in the phone. “We have to get back. Now.”

“What’s up Cas?”

“Maggie,” he replied. “She’s been found dead.

“Maggie!” Jack exclaimed. “What did this?”

Dean could see the look of red fury shining in Jack’s eyes. He was angry. No telling what he would do.

“They don’t know. They just said she was attacked,” Cas replied sternly. “Y/N has the others safe on their way to Lawrence. None of them were involved and there’s us. Everyone else…”

“Are suspects,” Sam interjected. “Let’s get going.”

Dean nodded and they all got into Baby quickly. He had a sick feeling in his stomach. How could this happen? Who or what would hurt his family? Whatever it was, was about to pay severely. If not by him, but the ticking time bomb in his backseat by the name of Jack.

_____

Getting to campus couldn’t happen fast enough. The SUV sure wasn’t your baby, but the V8 in it definitely was able to kick it up in gear. Not too noticeable to the kids though. You still didn’t want to freak them out although you knew you’d have to tell them sooner, rather than later.

“Garth!” You smiled as you saw him leaning on his old cutlass.

“Hey Doc,” he smiled back as he walked up to give you an epic werewolf hug. It lingered for a minute, before he pulled away. His face twisted. “Something smells wrong.”

“Yeah, I need your help.”

You quickly explained everything to Garth. He was more than agreeable to watch the group for you. After showing them the house right on the edge of campus that they would be staying in, you handed your credit card off to Garth for supplies along with the keys to the SUV. In return, he handed you the keys to ‘ol Betty, his ‘79 Cutlass.

You were maybe 5 minutes down the road when the demon Natalie along with a bunch of other monsters stopped you in the middle of the road. It looked like a trap. Felt like a trap. Dammit. You placed it in park as you sat contemplating what to do next.

“What’s going on?” You shouted as you got slowly out of the car, hiding the gun you had found in the glove box in your waistband behind you. All lights detecting anger. Shit.

“You broke the deal”, her eyes turned black.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t break our deal.”

“He’s back,” she seethed.

“Who?”

“Lucifer.”

______

Lucifer. Michael. Their worst nightmares were here. Jack was nowhere to be found and it was any moment that Michael would find them. Sam groaned into his hands as he heard the clicking of Dean armoring all the weapons next to him, preparing for the worse.

“Sam”, his mother spoke softly. “Sam, it will be alright. Jack will be back-“

“What if we’ve failed him? Hmm? What if when Lucifer talks, he actually listens?” Sam could feel the tears form in his eyes while thinking of Jack taking Lucifer’s side.

“Jack is a strong and bright boy, Sammy. He cares about everyone here. Nothing could or ever will change that.”

“Jack will be fine,” Dean grunted. “If anything, Lucifer wants to protect him. That whole bullshit father relationship thing he never got with his own. What we need to worry about is Michael.”

“The bunker is warded. He shouldn’t be able to come in-“

“I’m not worried about him coming in,” Dean interjected with the sound of a bullet loading into the chamber echoed throughout the room. “We have people out there. People we need to worry about.”

“Dean-“

“Y/N is out there and she doesn’t know. She’s not answering her phone. I'm not standing here with my tail between my legs while they’re still out there.”

“Y/N will be fine,” Mary pleaded. “They’re far away from here.”

“Mary, there’s something about Y/N that you should know,” Cas spoke up. “Something that of Michael were to get her, it would mean possibly the end, of all of us.”

_____

“Lucifer,” you breathed out. How was he here? How did he get back?

“That’s not the only archangel you let through,” she continued. “Seems we have another problem. Of a different world.”

Michael. Your eyes widened at the thought. Everyone at the bunker would be slaughtered. Dean. Sam. Everyone.

“You have to let me go! To get back there!”

“To what? Sacrifice yourself for the Winchesters? You swore your allegiance to us,” she growled.

“I can stop them. Both of them,” you stated.

“We don’t want you to stop them,” her eyes stayed black as her smile grew. “We want to use you as a trade.”

The two shifters and three demons at her side started to round you. Cornering you from escaping.

“I don’t want to fight you,” you warned.

“Bitch, please,” she laughed. “You may be strong, but we’re stronger. You’re nothing but a pathetic human.”

With the drop of her last word you felt your blood begin to boil with rage. Your mind became a fog as you fought them all off as they jumped to secure you. You had managed to get out the gun and shoot off a couple of rounds, only injuring them to submission. Luckily, Garth always had a devil's trap etched on his bullets. A trick he learned from some old friends. Punches and kicks continued to be thrown until you managed to finally break the last shifter's leg in a swoop, causing it to let out a piercing scream.

You had been worn down from the fight that you collapsed next to the car. Your rib cage slowly healing itself from at least two broken bones. As you tried to catch your breath your heard someone approaching you from behind. Dr. Frankel along with two men were standing there with a look of disgust.

“Clean this mess up,” he ordered.

You watched as the men killed those who had attacked you. You sat there in utter confusion as to why they would hurt their own.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I do apologize,” he spoke up while offering his hand to you to lift you up. You were cautious, but his light showed sincerity.

“What-?” You stumbled out.

“A few rogue members seemed to act out of fear,” he interjected. “I told you we take care of our own.”

“I need to get back.”

“To the Winchesters,�� he answered. “Yes, we will clean this up. You have more important things to take care of.”

“Lucifer,” you breathed out.

“And Michael. Either one around brings unfortune for all of us. If there’s anyone that can stop them; it would be you and your friends.”

“We will,” you stood up a little straighter, feeling your ribs slowly mend back to normal.

“Good. We’re counting on you. For the sake of all human and monster kind.”

_____

Coming face to face with Michael again was what Dean had once feared more than anything. Now? As he felt a part of his soul rip from him the moment that Sam disappeared with Lucifer and Jack, he stood there saying the word he promised he never would. Yes.

Allowing Michael to possess him was the only way to get Sam back. The only way to save Jack. The only way to stop Lucifer once and for all.

“Dean! No!” Cas yelled.

“Tell Y/N I love her,” was the only words that Dean was able to say before the flash of light consumed him: Michael and Dean were one.

A nightmare come true.

________

You sped the whole way back as fast as the car would go. The closer you got, the more you felt a growing sickness inside of you. As you entered the bunker you discovered the main door was destroyed, blasted by something or rather someone.

“Dean!” You yelled out.

“Y/N,” Cas rushed to the stairs, meeting you at the bottom. “Deans gone.”

“Where-“ you turned your head in a frantic. Gone? What happened here? Where was he? Where was anyone?

“He said yes to Michael Y/N,” Cas grabbed at you face to steady your eyes on him.

“He did what?” You choked out.

Cas explained what had happened as you felt your legs begin to give out from under you. You fell back into a chair as Cas continued to tell you Dean's last words.

“I have to find him Cas,” you cried.

“You have a connection to the Winchesters,” he said out loud. “Perhaps, if you concentrate you can locate them.”

“I-I’ve never done that.”

“You have to try,” he urged.

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling sick from the thought that you would lose them. ‘Concentrate,’ Cas continued to urge as you tried to push through the feeling. You breathed deep as you focused on the thought of Dean. His green eyes sparkling as he laughed. The way his lips moved when he said he loved you. The way his hands felt on your skin. The smell of his skin against your nose. Just then you saw a flash of light before you, running rapid down the road, along a pathway to an old church tucked away in the woods that time forgot. You saw Dean, Sam, Jack, and Lucifer.

“I know where they are.”

_______

There was a weight that lifted as Sam watched Lucifer’s lifeless body lay. A breath of relief followed by a smile in satisfaction arose. They did it. They killed the devil: he would never be able to hurt anyone ever again. He would never plague Sam’s dreams ever again.

“Is he…”

“He-he’s dead,” Sam let out.

“Holy crap,” Dean breathed out.

“You did it.”

“No, no we did it,” Dean smiled. “We did it.”

Sam turned his head to the sound of the doors opening. Entering in was Y/N with Cas. Their eyes wide at the fallen angel on the ground. Sam was just about to speak when he saw Dean rumble down in pain, grunting.

“Dean? Dean!”

“We had a deal!” Dean yelled as he continued to groan.

Then silence. Y/N went to move but Cas, put his arm in front of her to stop her. She looked back at him annoyed before they all watched in horror as Dean got up slowly and calmly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t Dean anymore.

“Michael,” Sam whispered.

“Thanks for the suit.”

_______

Seeing Dean surrounded by the blinding white light was surreal. His own colors barley shinning through. It was him, but not. The colors were mixing as you watched him keel over in pain. Until it was white. Pure white.

“Michael,” you breathed out a moment before you heard Sam say it as well.

“Thanks for the suit.”

With a flap of a wing, he was gone. Michael was gone. Dean was gone. That moment, your heart broke into two as you collapsed to the ground, Cas trying to stand you up.

“Y/N,” he pleaded. “We have to go.”

“He’s gone Cas,” you cried. “He’s really gone.”

“We will get him back.”

“What do we do with the body?” Jack asked as he looked down at his fathers corpse, the outline of his torn wings singed into the ground.

“We burn it,” Sam stated.

You looked over to Lucifer. His body still, yet…

“He… he’s alive!” You yelled out.

“What-“

You scrambled to your feet as you rushed over to Lucifer’s body. The person that was inside was still alive, his light faint.

“He’s still alive in here!“

“Lucifer?” Sam rushed to your side.

“No, not him-“ you picked up his head as you watched as his eyes began to flutter. “The human!”

“Nick,” Cas said out loud. “How?”

“Get him in the car! He needs help!”

Sam didn’t move from his spot as you held the wound on Nick’s chest to stop the bleeding. Cas rushed to your side to help with healing him with his grace.

“He’s badly wounded,” Cas continued. “We need to get him out of here. Back to the bunker.”

“No!” Sam yelled out.

“It’s not Lucifer Sam!” You cried out. “Help him!”

You watched as Sam clenched his jaw before he helped with picking up Nick and moving him out along with Castiel. You were left to pick up the archangel blade, it’s golden edges soaked in the blood of the devil. They did it. They really killed the devil. A chapter closed, but as you let out a heavy sigh you knew a worse chapter had opened.

“I warned you about them,” the familiar voice making you spin in your spot to turn to it.

“Billie,” you breathed out. “Why are you-“

“Archangels are collected just the same as everything else, to go to a place that is empty of nothing but time.”

“So Lucifer-“

“He’s been taken care of and out somewhere that can not harm another being in this world,” she answered your unspoken question.

“And Dean?”

“What about Dean?” She smirked.

“Wh-what’s going to happen? With Michael?”

“I can not predict how things will get to their end, I just know the ending,”her smirk continued.

“And his ending?”

“His, entirely depends on yours.”

“My-my ending?” You sighed out deeply. “How I die , you mean?”

“Exactly,” she continued. “All one has is choices, or at least that is what the fates say. But you my dear, have only one possible ending, unless-“

“Unless what ?”

“Unless I show you right now, at this moment and you make your choice.”

You felt your heart pump harder than ever as you swallowed hard. This was it. This was your choice to make.

“Yes”.

_____

“Sam,” Cas grunted. “We have to get him medical attention.”

“We should just leave him here. He made his choice,” Sam snarled. “We have to find Dean.”

“We will find him, Sam. But Dean would have wanted to save Nick. Deal with Lucifer or not. He is just a man who can be saved. Now help me save him.”

Sam grumbled as he assisted Castiel with putting Nick into the backseat of the car. He couldn’t stand his face. It was not the face of a man, but a monster from his nightmares. As Y/N walked out of the church, he felt even heavier with dread. Dean was gone. He was trapped now with the one monster they all knew she would never win against. They were doomed.

____

“Oh Dean, I do wish you’d stop fighting in there,” Michael grinned at himself in the mirror. “Let me see what you see.”

Within his reflection, Dean appeared; angry, trying to fight out. Michael just grinned as he watched Dean’s face turn trying to break out.

“Now be civil,” Michael continued. “And I’ll let you play.”

“We had a deal you son of a bitch!”

“No one ever put a time stamp on it Dean-o,” he raised his brow with a chuckle. “I am going to enjoy this world. But first, who was that girl?”

“You stay away from her you-“

“Ah, so she’s important to you?” He pursed his lips. “Why?”

“I’m not telling you a goddamn thing!”

“Oh you will,” he grinned again. “Remember Dean, I am you now. Sooner or later. I will know all that you know.”

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A month had passed and there was still no word. Nothing. With every day that passed, you knew what was to come. The eventual day when you would be face to face with the man you loved again, only not him. The creature you now feared more than anything.

You stayed busy with the kids at the university. Each day, showing them something new and directing them into the way of this world. That was of course while you also kept busy with your classes and prepped for the fall semester. That was during daylight hours. Almost every night you would venture out more and more with Sam to try to find something, anything that could bring Dean back to you. Billie had to be wrong. She just had to.

“So if I leave Lawrence by noon-“

“Y/N,” Sam interjected causing you to turn to him. “When was the last time you slept?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” you smiled at him. He was not buying it as being a joke.

“Look, I need you. Dean needs you. We all do, but please. Please Y/N, go home and sleep. You’re running on fumes.”

“More like espresso, but I get your point,” you sighed out. “What about you, huh?”

“What about me?”

“You haven’t shaved in weeks, you’re starting to look like Chewbacca there,” you teased.

“I-I just haven’t felt like it.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you leaned into him as you both stood next to your car. “I miss him too. It’s just not the same.”

“Who’d thought that this is where we would end up? With everything that happened. How did we even get here?”

“Well, Fate is a bitch,” you chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”

“We won. We actually won for once only to lose yet again. It never ends”

“It goes with the territory I guess,” you shrugged. “No one ever said we were guaranteed rainbows where wishes come true.”

“Yeah well, I’m getting sick and tired of losing,” he let out a deep breath. “My only hope is that Dean comes back Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Lucifer,” Sam cleared his throat, the thought of him still bothering him after his demise. “When he was in me, I felt nothing but pain and anger. It took a long time for Dean to get me back.”

You stood silent. You didn’t even know what to say. The thought never occurred to you that Dean wouldn’t be your Dean if he ever got out of this. The sadness trickled down your cheek to the thought.

“I just hope I’m strong enough,” Sam continued.

“Hey you are,” you nudged him. “You’re one of the strongest people I know and you won’t be alone.”

“No, I have you too.”

You took a deep breath and smiled at him. “There’s a whole big family out there looking for him. Your mom, Cas, Charlie. Everyone will get through this. One day, one step at a time.”

“But first, sleep,” he stated as he pushed himself up from the car.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That sleep thing,” you smiled.

You turned to your car and through the open window, pulled out a big sealed manila envelope to hand to Sam.

“What’s this?”

“Give it to your mom when you see her,” you smiled. “She knows what to do with it.”

“You know, Dean told me before that he wanted to marry you,” Sam shyly stated as he played with the envelope. “I don’t know if he had gotten the chance to-“

“He asked,” you replied.

“And?”

“I said yes.”

“Good,” Sam smiled. “Because I can’t imagine you not being around. You’re my sister now and I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam,” you smiled. He held out his arms for you to go into his big bear hug. It was warm and reassuring. Just what you needed as the tears started to push again once more. Your little big brother Sam. He was more than you could ever ask for.

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“What do you want?”

“I don't know. Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton,” sister Jo responded with sass. This Michael, he was different. Scarier if that was possible. What was he going to do?

“You think this is a joke?”

“I don’t know what this is. You asked, I answered. We done?” She wanted to get the hell away from him and any of his plans.

“No. I asked, and you lied,” there was venom in his voice.

“I didn't,” her voice quaked.”

“I know about you, Jo. Because he knew about you. You're the rebel, the angel who doesn't like playing by Heaven's rules or whatever. You pretend to care about these things -- pretty things. But that's all it is -- pretending.

These trinkets, they don't make you happy. They just pass the time. They're not what you really want.”

“And if you're so smart, what do I really want?”

“Love. To belong, to have a place -- a home, a family. It's very very human of you. And so, so disappointing. I can sense how many angels are in this world. There aren't many left. I thought... maybe I could help. But if they're all these sad, lost, fallen things -- things like you -- maybe they're not worth saving, either.”

“Yeah well the last Michael was a lot of talk too,” she quipped back.

“I am not like my other self,” he smiled. “I can see now why he failed. Angels, hiding away from humans. They were created to serve us.”

“To serve us?” She mocked him. “What book have you been reading?”

“I’m the only archangel in this world,” he breathed out. “I see it is up to me to fix the balance. No one can stop me.”

Jo felt a cold shiver run down her back as his eyes seemed to gleam at her, his eyes turning blue with power. He was going to kill her.

“And I won’t be needing defiant angels like you.”

“Wait!” She cried out. “Wait a minute. I can help!”

“How could you possibly-“

“There is someone who could defeat you. A girl.”

“A girl? Not likely.”

“Yeah well, likely. There’s stories of her and her powers. She was created to be the bride of Michael’s true vessel. Your vessel. Her powers, I’ve only heard stories, but she’s strong. She could defeat you.”

“You lie.”

“Ask Dean yourself,” she replied. “If he’s still in there.”

“Would her name happen to be Y/N?” He grinned.

“Yes. I think so.”

Michael smirked as he shook his head with a slight chuckle.

“Oh Dean, what a secret you have been keeping.”

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You tapped on the dinette table as you stared at your computer screen. Reading essays on your Saturday at 6 am was not what you wanted to do, but at least there was good coffee as you sat back in the worn vinyl seat of the coffee shop.

There were a few patrons already up and starting their day, but overall it was pretty quiet. Quiet. How you missed it. You watched as the waitress moved from one table to another, busily taking orders when all of the sudden she stopped mid step. Frozen, she was frozen. You look around you too see everything else, including the clock was all stuck in time. All but you.

“Hello Michael,” you stated out loud as you turned your head back to the seat in front of you. A lump in your throat rose as you couldn’t see Dean’s light beyond his. Was he still in there?

“Hello Y/N. Nice to finally meet you,” he smiled. “Dean’s told me all about you.”

“Hopefully not everything,” you snarked back with a fake smile.

“Enough,” he continued to smirk. Those lips. Those damn lips. Dean’s lips that now made your blood boil as they moved.

“What can I do for you?”

“It’s more of what I can do for you,” he replied. “I can say, my world has nothing like you so when I learned about you and your…abilities I was intrigued.”

“Flattered, I’m sure,” you rolled your eyes.

“You see this world, it's all wrong. The balance is wrong. I am here to right that wrong,” he moved forward a bit in his seat like he was trying to sell you on his doomsday plan. He really believed the shit that came out his mouth. “I want to make more you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You. The perfect being. The rightful to inherit this earth with you by my side to rule them of course,” he continued.

“Why would I ever agree to that?”

“Because I know what you want.”

“And what’s that?”

“To be like everyone else. To be accepted for what you are,” he replied. “But you are so much better than they are. You should be loved and worshiped by all.”

“I am loved,” you quipped back. “I’m good.”

“By Dean, yes,” he shook his head. “He surely does love you. But don’t you want more?”

“No,” you shook your head with a furrowed brow. He didn’t get it. He didn’t know what love was. “I just want him.”

“You are foolish,” he sat back with a look of confusion. “Say yes to me and I will give him back to you.”

“Let me speak to him first. I need to know he’s okay.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“You’ve already broken one deal,” you snapped back. “I’m not taking chances.”

“Very well,” he nodded.

You watched as the light shifted within Dean’s body to show that Dean now had the reigns. He blinked rapidly like he just awoke from a dream.

“Doc! Get out of here!,” he cried as he shook the table with both of his hands hitting the top.”It’s not safe-“

“Shhh. Dean. It’s okay. I promise. Everything is going to be okay,” a tear started to fall from your eyes as you moved what was hiding in your lap to your hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as you finished your words you placed the object, your knife, into his hand and grabbed it with your own hands to stab yourself directly into the chest, just right of the heart in the aorta. Fatal almost instantly to any one or thing.

“No!” You heard him yell as his light shifted back to Michael. As your vision grew fuzzy and your breath slower you heard the muffled sounds of him yelling. “Why won’t you heal!”

With your last breath you vanish from the coffee shop. No trace to be found as everything came back to life. Michael was on the ground furious looking for you or any of your blood. He let out a howl before disappearing again once more.

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One month ago…

“If I do this,” your nervousness was making its presence in your voice. “I need to know that no one will be able to bring me back or use my blood. No one. Not heaven or hell.”

“I will take care of that,” Billie replied. “Your soul is strong and it will stay in the middle, with me. For all time as long as I am death.”

“And what do you get out of all of this?”

“Balance,” she stated. “The correct balance.”

You let out a deep sigh as you shook your head.

“Your balance you mean?“

“You were never meant to be Y/N. I am sorry, but your presence makes things…complicated. I don’t like complicated.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean will be fine,” she smiled. You didn’t trust it. She was too…at ease about the whole situation. “Your sacrifice will ensure it.”

“Then yes,” you let out a deep breath.”I’ll do it.”

“You’re ready then?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I do it on my terms. “I have unfinished business to take care of first.”

“You have a month and it will be all too late for you to stop it. To stop him.”

“A lot can happen in a month,” you chuckled. “I’ll be ready. This is happening my way.”

“Very well,” she shook her head. “I’ll be seeing you soon Y/N.”

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Sam woke up from what seemed like a two day sleep to noises clamoring outside in the halls. He groaned into his pillow, wishing for the days of old where the bunker was quiet. At least at 7 am. He got up reluctantly and made his way out to the hall. People stoped talking as he drew near. They just stared at him, almost in pity. What happened?

“Mom?” Sam asked out loud as he saw her hunched over with tears down her face.

“Sam,” she breathed out while getting up to embrace him. He was confused as to why she was crying and the whole room now stood silently still watching them.

“Mom,” he pushed back. “What happened?”

“Y/N,” she managed to breathe out. “Michael got her. He… killed her.”

She fell apart again into his arms as she spoke those words he had dreaded. Michael had not only taken his brother, but his new found sister as well.

Sam felt his own tears roll down his eyes as he remembered just last night their time together. Just hanging out and talking. She was so reassuring that everything would be fine. But how could it now?

“Mom,” he pulled back from her embrace. “Y/N gave me something last night. She said you would know what to do with it.”

It only took but a moment for him to get to his room to retrieve it, his mother following him in toe. Handing her the envelope, his hand trembled. Whatever was in there was the last piece that she would ever give them.

Mary opened it slowly to reveal 5 white envelopes, all sealed with names across each.

“Mary, Sam, Jack, Bobby,” Mary read them outloud. “And Dean.”

“What?” Sam reached over as Mary handed him his. His heart sank to see his name across the paper. He opened it slowly to reveal a letter specifically to him.

“Dearest Sam,

I know that this is the cowardly way to tell you,couldn’t let you talk me out of it. Lord knows I wish there was any other choice. I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you and everyone else. I’ve seen what would happen if I stay. I couldn’t let that happen so I made the ultimate choice. Please let Dean know that it wasn’t his fault. He will need you when this is done.

Sam, please remember that you are strong and everyone appreciates all that you do for them. Remember to stay kind and loving. Smile more and take care of yourself.

I don’t know when I will see you again, if ever. I’m not anywhere to be found, yet everywhere. Just know I love all of you and I thank you for treating me like family while helping me find my real home.

Take care,

Doc”

Hey, there's an epilogue....

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doxieandthedead · 10 months ago

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5 Songs and 3 Outfits

RULES: post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear

Tagged by @crystal-overdrive, not tagging any folks specifically but please do it if you read this!

Also this was HARD. It was hard to really pin down which specific songs/outfits to show off, as I've got Pinterest boards and playlists coming out of my ears for her.

Tamasvi, daughter of Bhaal, chose redemption.

Songs

A song from my own childhood, this one in particular feels fairly emblematic of Tamasvi's experience of being Daddy's little favourite, especially at the height of his influence on her. She is a prolific serial killer: there's a reason I named the fic I'm writing 10,000 Deaths for Bhaal after all.

Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the, floor!

Another one before Orin's betrayal, this one more accurately feeds into her feelings about her existence and how she felt about being Bhaalspawn.

I'm so sick infected with where I live Let me live without this empty bliss Selfishness I'm so... I'm so sick

A classic! This tends to represent Tamasvi's feelings in Act 1 and Act 2; her confusion and feelings about the Urge, the terror of it taking over and fighting for control.

I liked Halocene's cover of it for Tamasvi, it feels softer than the original in a way that suits her better.

I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I'll never be alright

Getting into Act 3 and Post-redemption. She might have defied Bhaal, but she is very afraid of falling back into her old lifestyle and her new found freedom being lost.

And I fear my destiny Will this curse follow me? I study to be the opposite breed And fear when I see similarity

One of my favourite songs and very much inspired Tamasvi and her story. I love the outright claims to divinity, the rejection of what others think of the struggles she has around her new life and attempts at a better morality.

I am not a woman, I'm a God I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud Keep your heart, 'cause I already got one

Outfits

Cult Leader

As the Chosen of Bhaal, Created from his Flesh and leader of his cult, The Child of Bhaal generally remained masked and her face hidden. This included ceremonies, red room appearances and even when she first met the Chosen of Bane.

It mostly served as a way for The Child of Bhaal to lose her sense of self and only function as the conduit for her father.

When she took on the mantle of Death Stalker and Madam Priestess. Only Helene, then Orin and Scelartis Fel saw her face. Until a certain handsome younger man entered her life anyhow.

Adventuring Times

When Tadpoled, Tamasvi mostly wore black padded armour that made it easy to keep the stains out. This is 100% stolen from a corpse she found and she absolutely ignored Shadowheart's disgust when she tried it on. As a warlock/rogue, she prefers light armour and soft soled shoes to do her work. The collar hides the bite marks too!

Even post-tadpole, Tama prefers to wear black, light clothes that allow her to move quietly and blend into the dark. She has been persuaded not to just loot clothes off corpses now though.

The Daisy Dress

One Figaro special, inspired by the "Elegant Robes" (Daisy dress) in the game! When she wears it is spoilers, but I wanted specifically to not put her in black or red, so white and gold felt like a good opposite!

#tag game #bg3 OC #Tamasvi #my tav #my Dark Urge #bg3 tav #bg3 dark urge #Spotify

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years ago

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Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 14

*exhales* Alright, sugarcubes (feeling kinda Applejack today) this is the last chapter. It’s a happy ending, rest assured, but it also leaves you free to pick your own future path for them (headcanons for a fic, man, it’s got layers). Although, I am starting to wonder what I could do for a sequel fic, so I could explore what CaptainCroc might do after the Curse is broken, but the point is this chapter is the culmination of the soulmate idea and thus this particular fic.

This is one of my favorite things that I’ve ever done with my one lil braincell and my two hands, and I hope you all have enjoyed it even a fraction of the amount I have. So, without any further rambling on, here’s the grand finale of my CaptainCroc fic! Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!

A wave of light rippled out across Storybrooke. Gold, standing halfway up a hospital stairwell, knew exactly what it meant and forced himself to move at a higher speed, despite the stabs of pain it brought his injured leg.

The last time Rumple had seen that was when Prince Charming woke Snow White from a sleeping curse. It was True Love’s Kiss, and Rumple knew it was enough to break the curse. It must’ve been Swan—it was, after all, her destiny to break the curse.

But Rumple didn’t give a damn about looking in on the Savior. He sped to the room where his soulmate had been lying, his heart pounding. He felt reassured when he realized he could feel both hearts pounding, not just his—Killian was surely awake.

He was right. A nurse and a doctor were trying to restrain him while also attempting to remove the tubes and wires from his body. Killian’s eyes were wide with fear, his hands clenched tightly.

Rumple ran in through the open door, stopping only feet from the bed. Killian saw him instantly, and thrashed against the nurse’s arm.

The doctor had unstrapped him from most of the machines, leaving only an IV, which he made no move to disturb, and the automatic breathing device. He evidently decided that Killian was capable of surviving without that, and he pulled the tube rather unceremoniously from Killian’s throat.

Killian coughed for a few moments, but the first words he spoke were, “Your eyes—are different.”

“I’m not quite the Dark One here,” Rumple said. “This is what color they were when we first met.”

Killian wiped his mouth with his wrist. “I couldn’t see color then,” he said, his voice still hoarse. Brown had seemed such a mediocre color to him, but suddenly he couldn’t look away from it. Roger’s love of Rumple’s eyes was deeply entrenched in him.

It wasn’t just his eyes, though. Rumple was different in this world. He was human, and although it was clear he still had his inner fire, he seemed a little bit softer. Killian had dismissed him, at first, for not having that softness; now, he didn’t think he would care if he didn’t.

“Come over here and kiss me, Rumplestiltskin,” Killian commanded. Rumple didn’t hesitate for a second, limping the few steps to Killian’s beside and throwing himself into Killian’s arms. Rumple settled for kissing Hook’s forehead, and the tip of his nose, and his cheeks, to give him a bit more time to recover.

“I love you, crocodile,” Killian whispered, his breath warm against Rumple’s skin. Rumple had missed that feeling. “I’ve loved you since the Enchanted Forest and I don’t care who knows it now, so long as you do.”

Rumple couldn’t keep himself from smiling. He had waited and longed for those words for hundreds of years—let alone those awful weeks when he was awake and Killian was not. “And I adore you, Killian Jones,” he said. “I would love you in any life, in any world.”

Killian laughed with pure joy. His confusion upon waking was forgotten; there was no room for it. He could ask any question he liked later, but for now? He pressed his lips to Rumple’s, turning onto his side to make Rumple fit more comfortably on the narrow hospital bed.

“Still wearing my ring, crocodile?” Killian teased, taking Rumple’s hand in his. “And you had the audacity to let me believe I was a thief.”

“And who’s got my favorite vest in his houseboat, hm?” Rumple asked. “I’d like that back, dearie.”

Killian’s smile became a little more serious. “Keep the ring, love,” he said. “You’re my soulmate, and the love of my life, and it’s only a matter of time before it winds up back on your hand anyway.”

Rumple’s eyes filled with tears. He knew the curse would be broken, and he knew he and Killian were meant to be together, but he had hardly dared to hope they might actually have their happy ending.

And as a familiar hum of magic began to fill his veins again, he realized his happy ending was indeed within reach. He should’ve known it would be their particular True Love’s Kiss that could restore magic to Storybrooke; it was, after all, his heart’s third desire (after only Bae and Killian).

With magic returned to him, he could find Bae.

With Killian by his side, he could find family again. And nothing, not the Charmings, not Emma Swan, not the universe itself, could stop him.

#once upon a time #ouat #rumplestiltskin #Killian Jones #captaincroc #captain crocodile #goldenhook #rumple x hook #hook x rumple #fic #ouat fic #soulmate AU #First Colors AU #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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about-faces · 2 years ago

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I honestly wouldn't bother watching gotham knights for any reason, i'm caught up but i'm also doing a watch party where we pirate it and we just make up jokes from it. tho you /have/ missed the show making harvey cuck lincoln march (...ok on the real never thought i'd type that out and now im laughing at the absurdity of it) and him going "actually yeah joe chill is right i think he's innocent" because for some??? reason??? joe chill never pulled the trigger and the gunshots came behind him????? to which harv deduces that sounds?? forensically correct??? also stephanie loves her dad???? and he's not abusive?????

this show is slowly melting my brain i swear to god. between 'joe chill is innocent', 'harvey does a cucking' and 'talon is stopped by mahogany doors' i honestly could make a game where i make things up from this show and STILL have all the answers actually be correct.

Normally I would heed this advice, but unfortunately, I am burdened by blorbo compulsions to seek out anything related to Harvey. If I couldn't avoid sitting through the Long Halloween movie, I'm not gonna be able to avoid this. As annoying as I find all the above you mention, I can deal with most it by skimming through the non-Harvey parts.

(That said, I don't know if I'll ever understand why Steph is such a beloved character, but even on principle, WTF? Making Arthur a good dad is so fundamentally against the core of her character. It's like how they made Jesse Custer's dad a religious asshole in the Preacher show, it's just such a wrong choice that completely breaks and betrays the fundamental spirit of the source material)

Also, I'll be honest, I hate the Court of Owls so much for several reasons, so I find the prospect of making them ridiculous to be VERY appealing. Seriously, mahogany is their weakness? That's objectively hilarious. I love that. It's one step closer to my ultimate wish to see the Court revealed to be a bunch of rich, stupid, loser weenies who have only gotten as far as they have on good PR.

But at the end of the day, I need to see it for Harvey. And based on the three episodes I've seen, this isn't even CLOSE to being the worst take on Harvey Dent I've encountered. There's enough here for me to chew on, even if/when it's bad. Like the cucking, sure, okay, we're doing that, okay.

(Note: based on the reactions in the GK tag, I had been misled to initially believe that Harvey fucked Lincoln March's MOM, not his wife. I am very, VERY disappointed that wasn't the case.)

On top of all this, the inclusion of Harvey's dad is too personally relevant to me to avoid. Removing (?) the alcoholism but keeping the mental illness and the fears of inheriting mental illness is a problematic choice, but it sounds potentially closer to what I've needed to see from Harvey's dad than most stories, which just have him as a physically abusive alcoholic. I've needed to write about Christopher Dent for ages, tying in my own personal experiences, and this (likely bad!) use of him is something I'm going to want to take into consideration. I can't NOT see it.

This is my gift curse. This is my curse. It's a double-curse. Which tracks.

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bdudette · 2 years ago

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POLTERGEIST PART 2 - V. H.

MASTERLIST || VANCE HOPPER

Summary: And she tried to help him live to destroy the bastard.

Character: Vance Hopper x Poltergeist! F! Reader

Warning Tags: Super, duper long — Violence, Lots of Cursing, Some Descriptions of Gore, Character Deaths, The Grabber, Some Angst, ghost kiss, kinda out of character Vance ? I hope not but yeah —

[A|N]: I hope you guys liked this. I had to cut it into two from how long it was since I didn’t wanna leave this in a cliffhanger like I had done on the first ever made fic. Yeah — still crappy but the longer the better … right ?

Part 1 || Part 2 | Here || Part 3 ?

And so, the few quiet days were of the ghostly apparition helping Vance dig down a hole — with Vance doing all of the physical job since she can’t really get a good grip on touching stuff —, find a cable and place it in a good position, remember the lock number he will need soon after he got rid of the human monster — all with the help of the other ghostly kids — and suggested for him to continue on breaking the wall for the thing he will need later on.

All whilst doing this, she also helped him hide and be sneaky about their plans and actions. Fearing the Masked Monster might figure out what Vance was doing and get rid of him way quicker than he seemed he might do whenever he came in to feed and eerily stare (?) at the blond teen as if he was expecting him to do something.

The only thing Vance did was say a few crude choices of words that were meant for the man. Holding back his anger, his bite, his fists in fear of ruining everything [Y|N], the other kids he couldn’t see, and he planned for a bit now.

Going back to planning and doing what he needed to do as soon as that bastard left.

The girl couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Vance was up to doing this — well, she shouldn’t be surprised because from what she remembered of him — he is a fighter. A strong fighter that never backed down. At some point she was kind of scared of him when she was still alive. But — she also found him fascinating from what she remembered.

At some point she even found the blonde guy attractive — well, not that he still wasn’t of course. Even in her ghostly form she found the other attractive — ah. But now wasn’t the time to be thinking of these things. She was dead. There was no time for such romantic thoughts on how she had started liking him after seeing him that one sunny day in the drugstore where the sun’s rays radiated against his face and eyes and hair so beautifully as he passionately played pinball —

“ Fuckin’ shit ! “ her attention was brought back to Vance when she heard him hiss out, pulling his hand out the mattress as he accidentally cut himself with the small pocket knife she had when she was brought here and hid in there. She moved — more like kind of floated — towards the dirty blonde, staring down at his slightly bleeding pointer finger.

He brought it into his mouth, licking the blood off with a cringe, hoping to stop the bleeding. He moved his head to the right, squinting when he saw the slightly translucent figure of the ghostly girl right next to him. He tried not to flinch away at her sudden appearance … once again. He was — kind of getting used to her coming out of nowhere by now. Though — he still keeps on cursing at her to stop doing that.

“ are you okay ? “

The blue eyed punk moved his hand away with a scoff, shaking it with a frown as he went back to looking for the item, being more cautious and careful this time, “ ‘in’ course I am, just a small cut tha’z all. You could help me look for your little knife ya know ? “ he glanced at his finger once again, seeing that blood started piling up once again but decided to ignore it. He didn’t exactly have anything to cover it up right now anyways.

The girl smiled, sitting down on the bed — body making no difference at the weight change since she is a ghost — as she looked at Vance’s face, studying him with little shame and amusement, shrugging as she decided to be helpful once again and pointed somewhere on the mattress, an inch away from where Vance’s fingers were digging into the beaten up mattress.

“ it’s right here, be careful, it’s pointing towards your fingers, don’t want you getting hurt again “

Vance rolled his eyes at what she said, his cheeks heating up at the comment ever so lightly as he went to grab at the object. He didn’t really know how to respond to the concern, really. He wasn’t used to being cared for — not used to anyone telling him to be careful. And it’s so cringingly gross hearing her care … but uh, not in a bad way. It’s just … weird considering it sounded so genuine.

Maybe she was being genuine though. After all, despite her being dead and not having an actual need to worry for him — she continued to help him, continued to be there for him when he felt too off in the darkness after that monster left, it was so fucking weird !

But uh — yeah, wasn’t … so bad that he’d yell at her to stop. But he was still wondering, curious as to why she acted this way towards him.

“ Why are you … helping me ? Really, like … fuck, why are you even trying to help me live ? Help me get out of here ? I can’t really give you anything back, can’t even give you shit right now and probably will never — “ he was stopped abruptly from continuing his talking, a cold finger placed on his warm, cracked yet soft lips.

The girl smiled down sadly at Vance, yet her eyes held a hint of slight irritation and guilt — and even a hint of empathy. She shook her head as she moved her hand away from the pinball lover with an itch of hesitancy, the other didn’t move his mouth again, instead, he looked down at his hands that laid palm up with the small pocket knife laying on them.

She moved to say something — but suddenly, she looked behind her quickly, the knife in Vance’s hands flying out and digging down into the mattress’s ripped holes as to be hidden. Everything out of place was kept hidden as she disappeared along with the flickering light in the kind of dark place as the door suddenly opened to reveal the masked monster holding a tray of food.

This stay from the monster was different from the rest of the other stays, every time he was fed and he finished, the guy left but even as soon as he finished eating, the bastard stayed. The thing Vance hated more in his moments in here was when he spoke, when he used that cheery, concerned, and cautiously used fake tone. It was so disgusting it always made the blond teen cringe in disgust visibly.

It also angered him when the masked motherfucker spoke too, the way he said things like ‘ I won’t hurt you, I will never hurt you, ‘ and all that crap almost always made Vance want to jump from the mattress and fucking kill that fucker — but, now is not the time … not yet.

Though, he had an itching feeling in his gut that told him that the time is near, soon, way too close for comfort. The long time the guy stayed behind and also he kept on staring at him with coldness in his eyes, right leg bouncing in anticipation as his eyes sometimes kept on glancing at the quiet phone as he spoke to him — that was enough signals to tell him that his stay here won’t be long.

Vance should speak to [Y|N] about this.

At least 30 minutes passed away until the monster left. He laid down on the mattress with a tensed body, never putting down his guard as he stared at the metal door with his arms propped behind his head. He must’ve been so focused on the door that he didn’t notice the girl’s bloodied body appearing right next to him on the big mattress.

Which is why he almost jolted again when he suddenly heard someone speak next to him, shivering at the coldness the girl brought with her. Noticing how this time, the lights flickered so softly he almost didn’t even notice that either from how lacking the light was.

“ there’s … there’s actually something you can give me … “ she spoke softly, well — softer than usual. Vance almost didn’t hear her but he was able to since he still laid down next to her, turning his head towards her to look at her with a raised brow.

Vance continued to stare at her as she continued to not move for a moment. Staring at the ceiling blankly as her hands laid next to her body. She almost looked … dead — well, she is but — “ … but it’s not the reason as to why i’m helping you. not really. the reason for doing that is because … i want you to live … live longer than we ever did — to remove this masked bastard off the streets before he does the same thing again … and because I care for you “

She stayed quiet for a little too long after saying her reasons, the teen boy gave a grunt next to her to continue speaking, trying to ignore the heat that slowly got a hold of his ears, face and neck. If he ignored it long enough these random unexplainable feelings might go away. The ghost girl turned her head to look at him with a small smile, noticing the scrunch expression he was giving her and even kind of noticed one of his ears turning a soft tint of red before she continued on.

“ My name. “

Vance stared blankly at her for a moment before suddenly sitting a bit up, setting both hands on the mattress to support his body as he gave a questioning look at the girl next to him. Soft curls of his dirty blond hair lightly rolled down the side of his head as they shaped and kissed his face ever so lightly. His beautiful blue eyes seemed to stare down intensely at her as they became a tad darker from the lack of light hitting them.

“ What do you mean by that ? You — don’t know know your name ? Did you forget it or something ? How the hell does that even work ? “

He asked curiously, no hint of malicious or taunting intent showed up in his words as the ghost girl sat up, turning her body slightly towards him as she crossed her legs criss crossed. She continued on smiling at the boy who kept on looking curious, confused, and … sadness. How could she still be smiling despite everything — everything that has happened to her ? Even when she was alive, the few times he saw her — she continued to smile. A long full, distant smile is what she always gave out.

“ I don’t really know but — everyone who is here with me … we’ve all forgotten our names as soon as we woke up looking — well, being — ghosts so … we don’t … we don’t really know ? “

Said the ghost girl, causing Vance to silence his words, opening his mouth for a second before closing it again. He furrowed his brows. Feeling down, for himself ? No. For her and the other guys he has seen as of yet — hopes he’ll never see them actually considering that’ll mean that he is is dead — ? Yeah.

He checked at the inward of his bottom lip, a thing of habit that shows up whenever he thought deeply of something. He stayed staring at the girl in front of him, biting at his own lip before stopping. Which the girl was glad for, the intense stare almost caused her to flush and disappear if he hadn’t stop any time soon.

“ [Y|N]. [Y|N] [L|N]. That’s your name. “

The light seemingly started to flicker rapidly, turning brighter and brighter by the second — this suddenness had Vance looking up and cringing as he scrunched his eyes before the supernatural activity slowly calmed down. He looked down at the girl again — only to tense up when he saw her smiling so brightly at him, tears at the inner corner of her eyes.

“ Thank you, thank you so much Vance ! “ She sniffles out loudly as she scotted closer to the living human, changing into a kneeling position and moving forward towards the tensed teen with her arms open wide. She wrapped her cold body against Vance’s own warm one with happiness pouring out of her.

The blond punk only continued to freeze as he didn’t really know how to react to this sudden sign of affection. Unused to such a thing as the inside of his body somehow started getting hotter and hotter by each passing moment. He slowly picked up an arm up, before awkwardly patting at the ghost’s body — or tried to. He really couldn’t do it since his hand seemed to go through her whenever he tried to touch her despite her being able to kind of touch him — so he just mock patted at her back.

Vance was expressively cringing as he looked to the side, body awkward, tense and hotter than ever before. Yeah. This was weird. This was also shitty — good shitty ? He wasn’t sure. A few moments passed before the blonde spoke up again. Hoping to ruin the mood and make this moment pass because all he felt was awkward and he was sure as hell not used to this shit.

“ Hey, uh — fuck — did you notice how that motherfucker acted when he was here ? Pretty sure he’s made up his mind on killing me off soon. “

He said quickly. And moment gone.

Dumb Extra

The three boys in the shadows stared at the two figures that sat on the gross mattress. One felt a little jealous that the girl had gotten her name, the other couldn’t care less but still felt embarrassed by the public — not really — display of affection , whilst the youngest couldn’t help but stare as he observed.

It was quiet for a moment before the youngest decided to ruin the silence with his sudden rambling, “ No fair ! How come she got her name before us ? Pretty sure we died before her ! “

“ Hey, hey, do you think they are gonna kiss ? That’s gonna be a little weird since we’re watching, honestly “

“ Ahhhh , he seriously ruined the mood ! Probably lost his chance from getting his first kiss, haha ! “

The older boys groaned, one of them facepalming while the other shook his head at — what they both now saw [ and have for a while now since they’ve all been dead for long ] — their younger ‘ brother ‘, not yet used to his random, unnecessary ramblings.

“ Be quiet, dude “ said the paper boy

“ Yeah, what are you even talking about anyways ? I’m sure girl — [Y|N] … ? — is going to still kiss him by the end ! “ said batter as he disagreed yet somehow encouraged the youngest’s thoughts. Paper boy glared at him in exasperation while the batter shrugged with a ‘ what ? ‘ expression clear on his face.

Yeah. They need to stop gossiping.

E|A|N : What have I done ? I wrote too long again. Unnecessarily. Sob ! Now I have to make a part three. I’m not even confident that this is good but uh — oh well. I promise that the next chapter is the last chapter !

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alieinthemorning · 3 years ago

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can i request kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc with gn s/o who is not afraid of ruin guards, mitachurls, treasure holders and even fatui but they're scared of little bugs like cockroaches.

reader : hah! ruin guards? metachurls? it needs more to take me down–

cockroach : *appears*

reader : INDWKSNDJWK *ascends to celestia*

Their Reactions to Your Fear of Bugs [DICKZ]

Content: Entomophobia (Fear of Bugs), BAMF Reader, Fluff, Cursing, Scolding (Childe), Light Angst (Childe), Pet names (Love, Dear)

Pronouns: None

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Diluc

Diluc has seen a lot in his life.

From the death of his father to what lay on the edge of the Dark Sea.

You were something new.

Someone who could handle Fauti even easier than him.

You’d take them down and interrogate them without breaking a sweat

But one day

While fighting a Fatui Mirror Maiden

You absolutely surprised him.

“Come on! The Tsaritsa must be getting despera— aah!” In the middle of your taunt, you cut yourself off with a loud shirk. “Diluc! Kill it!”

Both he and the Mirror Maiden stared at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Don’t just stand there—!” You ran to his side, shoving him forward. “Kill. It.”

He squinted at the ground. “What am I supposed to be looking at exactly?”

“The freaking bug!” You wildly gestured at it.

He looked at you, the bug the Fatui agent then back at you and squashed it under his heel.

“Happy?”

You gave him your sweetest sweet flower smile, “Thank you, my love.” and with a quick peck on the lips, did you return to the Mirror Maiden.

Arataki Itto

Itto literally spends his time looking for worthy Onikabuto gladiators.

So, when he found out you were terrified of bugs.

He kinda short-circuited

Then vowed to help you get over your fear!

After a very successful commission of clearing a few Thunderhelms from the underside of Inazuma City, you and Itto decided to grab a few snacks from Tomoki and lounge around.

“Ya’know, I’m glad to have you as my right-hand man. Someone who’s not only strong but level-headed in any situation. That’s just what me and the boys need—” He cut himself off, hopping up. Looking over the area with narrowed eyes.

“What’s wrong?” The hairs on your neck were beginning to stand at attention. “Is it the Abyss?”

He said nothing, just crossed over to a tree and squatted.

“Haha yes!” You immediately relaxed at excitement.

Nothing dangerous, probably just a dog or something.

“Or something!” You jumped up, holding a hand out. “Keep that thing away from me!”

He raised a brow, looked behind him, then down at… creature in his hand.

“No way… you’re afraid of bugs?”

You frowned, crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“Okay, wow, this is big news.” He placed the… thing on his shoulder. “How are we gonna do this…”

You keep your eyes on the monstrous bug as Itto murmured to himself.

“Okay, so I’ve got an idea. Hear me out— really hear me, what if I slowly introduced you to Onikabuto?” Your face must have turned even more sour because he quickly added, “Just those, though! Nothing else! Cuz I mean like Onikabuto are something that are a pretty big deal in my life so—”

During his rambling, you made your way to him and held your hand out.

“When I say, take it back, take it back… please.”

He smiled. “ ‘course.”

Childe | Tartaglia | Ajax

Childe lives for the thrill of a fight

So obviously when he first might you through the clashing of blades

He's been hooked on you ever since

He does have to keep you from getting too close to the Abyss though

Although it made him stronger, it also changed him more than he wanted.

“Can you please just listen to me for once and stop being so reckless?” He really didn’t like to scold you, but when you put your life over the edge of death so frequently, it scared him shitless.

His gaze flickered to the busted up Ruin Grader.

Archons, you were a handful.

You smiled at him. “I’m fine— see! Not a scratch on me!”

“That’s not the issue, and you know it.” He sighed.

“I know,” You pulled him close, “but I know when I’m getting too close and if there were any real danger, you’d be the first person I call.” You kissed his cheeks.

“I know, and you’d be the first one I call.”

“Aww, you’re such a softie— Ajax!”

He did an about-face, melee stance ready.

He couldn’t see any immediate danger but a cockroach on the wall.

“My hero~”

Kaeya

Kaeya would often find you training in Dragonspire

Under the guise of helping, Albedo

It seems like the Chief Alchemist found out something quite interesting about you.

“Observe.” You and Kaeya raised a brow as Albedo brought a

“Is that a fucking spider? You piece of shit!” You hopped up on the table to your right, knocking every bit of alchemic equipment down in the process.

And although he found it quite hilarious, he was still your boyfriend

which meant he had to protect you (someone, with a Hydro vision, who has taken down three Cryo Abyss Mages by themself before help had arrived).

“Mister Chief Alchemist, I’d advise you to never do that again.” He froze the spider solid and with a snap of his fingers shattered it dead. “Especially not in my presence, but do know… I’ll know even if I’m in the depths of the Abyss.”

“What a waste of food...”

“Excuse the fuck outta me?”

Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli

As a being who has lived for a few millennia,

Zhongli has grown tired of senseless bloodshed

So when he saw you ready to throw hands, with a cricket

He honestly was a little lost at words

“No, no no, you don’t understand!” You shoved a finger in his face, backing him against a wall. “Which doesn't make sense! You’ve lived for thousands of years, you should have seen the mess that those—!” You wildly gestured to the dead cricket, “have caused!”

“Dear—” He tried, but you shot him down.

“Nope! I would rather fight that Harbinger for a week straight than have to even look at one of those!” You huffed, then plopped down on the couch.

“...are you finished?”

You took a deep breath. “Yes. Sorry for yelling and getting in your face.”

He smiled. “I’ll clean up the mess and make us some tea.”

“Thank you.”

You can see where I was running in and out of steam lol

But it is fine! because it is the first post of the new year!

Anyway! We love someone who strong but sometimes is afraid cries

Also I literally can't seem to keep albedo and kaeya apart. Like albedo is platonic on all sides but damn did he weasel his way into this lol.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

#alie requests #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #arataki itto x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader

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momo-ceros · 3 years ago

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breeding headcanons || itachi; sasuke; neji; hinata x reader

summary: the breeding kink of the uchihas and hyuugas is hereditary.

tags: nsfw, breeding kink, impregnation/pregnancy talk

author’s note: this is for @historicfailure, an absolute angel keeping me alive with all the content she provides. she deserves all the love and support in the world, so pspsps take your kinky treat.

Itachi

pretty twink boy looking all pretty like that

god I wanna wreck him

Itachi is an emotional mess

he literally killed his entire clan, it leaves an impact on how he thinks about having a family afterwards

before the massacre, he yearned for a family of his own

I think Itachi, if given the chance and opportunity would have wanted nothing more than to be a househusband taking care of the clan and his and his SO’s kids

despite him pushing his desires down when he annihilates his clan, he is still and Uchiha, which means his desire to produce offspring are through the roof

I imagine his SO would either have to be someone (non-Uchiha) that he knew from his childhood or a rather persistent Akatsuki member more than willing to break through his tough walls

Underneath it all, Itachi is a broken man, any semblance of domesticity has this man yearning

so if his SO tells him they wish to start a family, he is elated and conflicted

he would want nothing more than to start a family with the person he loves most, but does he deserve a happy ending despite everything he has done? It is up to his SO to reassure him

“Itachi”, you whispered, your hand resting on his cheeks, affectionally rubbing circles on his cheek, “let yourself go, my beloved. I am here.”

Itachi shuddered as he felt your legs circling around his waist, pushing his throbbing cock deeper inside of you to the point where the two of you were pressed together as close as possible, leaving no room.

Your hand moved from his cheek to let your arms circle around his neck as you kissed him deeply, a rock of your hips beckoning him to start moving. His pace was slow at first, almost uncertain, holding back as much as he as he was capable of doing, but you could feel his restraint slipping.

“Come on Itachi”, you drawled out, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder, “Make love to me. Let our affections for one another bear fruit.”

Itachi knew what you were insinuating, the two of you had talked about starting a family sometime, and apparently you had decided that now would be a good time. The young Uchiha let out a strangle noise as thoughts of you round and pregnant with his child, his offspring filled his mind, clouding his mind in the process.

His Sharingan activated subconsciously as his thrusts began to become more erratic, firmly grasping you close. A moment burned into his memory, the very moment that you gave him what he had always desired most: a family.

Sasuke

pretty bitch boy

he has a lot of emotional issues

like a lot

I truly believe that Sasuke could only fall for someone he knew for a long time, possibly since childhood, because he would have a very hard time opening up to someone afterwards

being the last Uchiha also puts additional strain on him

he certainly feels pressured to reproduce but at the same time, with how cursed he believes his bloodline is, he doesn't know if it is the responsible thing

don’t get him wrong, he wants to start a family with his SO more than anything else, its the one thing he truly desires, but the fear overwhelms him

Needs many talks and work on his issues but when him and his SO have finally reached the point where he feels comfortable and confident enough? Yeah his SO ain’t leaving the bed for a few weeks, give or take

He wants to rebuild the Uchiha clan, and the repopulation progress plays a huge part in that, so his SO better prepare for that

him being the last Uchiha and having the natural born breeding kink just sends his instincts into overdrive

Sasuke’s pacing was a weird mixture between desperately rough and abashedly adoring. It was as if his brain couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to take his time with you, savor you to the fullest extent, or give into his primal urges to breed you, fill you with his sperm so that the Uchiha may rise again.

He had known early on that one day you would parent children with him, that you would make him a father, though back then, he certainly didn’t didn’t think about the actual progress of making a child that still set his cheeks ablaze, no matter how often you two engaged in such rambunctious behavior.

You clawed against his back, biting into his neck, leaving red bruises all over his pale skin as he dove into you as deep as he could, the grip on your hips certainly carrying marks latter as well.

“You know, Naruto already has his first kid on the way”, you teased between pants, “Can’t have him beat you, huh? Come on, show me you are not just all empty words Uchiha.”

Your teasing only spurred him on as his effort doubled, his thrust becoming sloppier with every snap of his hips.

He let out a loud groan as he came, emptying himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim as he held your close, inhaling your scent and enjoying the calming effect that it had on him.

“I love you Sasuke”, you murmured, his head resting on your chest, that was heaving in exhaustion, “Let’s get a bunch of Uchiha hell spawns and raise them well.”

You could only feel a soft nod against your chest as Sasuke drifted to sleep. You smiled. You loved your family already.

Neji

acts like a blushing virgin boy no matter what

repressed and sexually frustrated, not to mention easily embarrassed

has literally day dreams about having a family with his SO

never voices out his thoughts in fears of reactions

but he totally woke up with a boner a few times having dreamt about fucking a child into his SO

also got some self-esteem issues stemming from his sense of self worth being overridden by the future he was expected to lead

dependent on his SO taking initiative

drinks people respect juice and doesn’t want to be a bother, also feels like a lot of the fantasies he has are inappropriate

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the flustering mess of a husband underneath you.

“Stop avoiding my gaze Neji and just look at me. It’s not the first time you have seen me naked.”

“The context differs greatly. Not to mention that pose...”, Neji retired and covered his eyes, which didn’t do a lot due to his Byakugan. The veins around his eyes pulsated as he tried to keep them in control through his excitement, but was failing rather miserably.

You sighed as you continued to lower yourself onto Neji’s hardened cock, your hands pushing him down further onto the bed, effectively trapping from fleeing like a startled deer.

“Neji”, you huffed annoyedly as you began to move your hips, “Neji my dear we talked about this. We both want a family, we are both ready to have one, we both have the time to care for one now I only need you to get your pretty head into this and fuck a child into me, understood?”

Neji cringed at your crude words, his blush worsening as he nodded tentatively, his hands shyly resting against your hips in a soft manner to give you some support as you slowly rode him.

A delicate play between edging him through his orgasms and coaxing them out of him began, By the end of it, you were full and satisfied and Neji was on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, but happy nonetheless.

“Can’t wait to do this again for our second child don’t you think?”, you asked nonchalantly and Neji’s cheeks flushed, even in his tired state. This was far from the last time the two of you would have done something like this.

Hinata

let’s face the truth and make one thing very clear

Hyuuga Hinata was born to be a MILF and you cannot convince me otherwise

the woman, the myth the MILF

her maternal instincts are through the roof

she practically radiates a motherly aura soothing everything and everyone

she is easily embarrassed no doubt, but her sexual appetite is quite large

won’t tell her SO directly that she wants to start having kids, but would drop subtle hints like commenting on baby clothes

she gets super eager when her SO agreed and gets caught up in baby fever

Your wife was insatiable and you loved every second of it. Her stark naked form was pressed against your body as you pounded into her, watching in satisfaction as she threw her head back and moaned, giving you access to mark her throat.

“You have been wanting this, haven’t you? Is it because of Mirai? Do you want something like that too?”, you asked, accenting every word with a sharp thrust.

Hinata nodded weakly, admitting to her own desires, something she would feel embarrassed by later, but it did not concern her at the moment, for she was far too busy drowning in pleasure under the stimulation she received through you.

Your fingers delicately wandered along her curves, over her wide hips to the subtle fat of her stomach, briefly resting at her big chest before cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a kiss.

“Please”, Hinata breathed out between kisses, “I love you. So can we...?”

She grew a little bashful, squinting her eyes shut as she tried to gather up the courage she was lacking at the moment.

You smiled. “I love you too. If that is what you want”, you drawled out as you felt your release approaching, “I am more than happy to make us parents.”

Your fingers interlocked with hers as the two of you finished in unison for the first, but certainly not last time of the night.

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